Sometimes Sokka had really good ideas, like gathering the foreigners and giving them a safe and judge free location to live. The palace seemed to be the perfect place, she had imagined. Sometimes sokka had good ideas, she thought.

Until she saw the palace.

With a sigh, she had followed him for a while as they had explored what was left, until they decided to split up and cover more ground. Admittedly relieved--yes, sokka, she knew the palace looked like a dump; she want blind-- she took her own path, losing herself deeper and deeper into the once royal quarters. When she stumbled upon the court, she paused, looking skyward at the canopy of what she assumed had once been a grand ceiling. Sunlight dotted her face as she closed her eyes. It was sad to see something so good wasted away to so little. Maybe with hope and a lot of hard work, it could be as beautiful as it once was.