I've been thinking of home a lot today. Iroh once sang me the song he always sings on his son's birthday. Kinda wish I could be back there at the teashop now. He makes the best tea and always makes you feel better.
[No accompanying music, but have a 12 year old girl singing a very sad little song.]
Leaves from the vine
falling so slow
Like fragile, tiny shells
drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy
come marching home
Brave little soldier boy
comes marching home.
...Iroh's an old guy, but he was a good friend to me. I hope the shop is doing well, and that he's happy. He deserves it.
[Sighs and turns off the voice. Good thing it wasn't video, because there are a few decidedly not AWESOME tears on her face.]
[ooc:
Here's what it sounds like. Angst alert.]