Sokka was twelve different kinds of excited; he thought his face might explode before she even got here. But he did his best to compose himself, brushing a hand back over his hair. It had felt strange to shave it after so long living in the Fire Nation, but nice too; like coming home. And with his father stationed here in town, and Katara staying ( Read more... )

[It had been a long while since he'd seen his own breath. He huddled his parka around him, scanning the ice for a familiar face. He was actually grateful for his grown-out hair as the winter wind whipped mercilessly.]

Yue? [he called, pulling his hood on.]