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Last year at Mardi Gras, a prince called Zuko got a bright costume -- a full dancer's regalia, in gold and red. It was beautiful and it suited him; proud and wild and full of fire.
Today, the boy called Li comes down and is as drab as he ever was in the blocky patterns of the Earth Kingdom's green and gold.
He looks-- off, somehow, though. A smile is still in place, but there is the occasional shift, a movement that seems off. Maybe it's the bland food he orders, and the tea he lets reach a certain tepid temperature. Maybe it's the straightbacked posture, that belies casual relaxation in the bar.
Maybe it's just that Li is Zuko, and he never smiled all the time like this before.
[Anybody who can sense pain / distress / agony / emotional disturbances, please ding AlmostAMurder before you tag our smiling looney, okay?]
Today, the boy called Li comes down and is as drab as he ever was in the blocky patterns of the Earth Kingdom's green and gold.
He looks-- off, somehow, though. A smile is still in place, but there is the occasional shift, a movement that seems off. Maybe it's the bland food he orders, and the tea he lets reach a certain tepid temperature. Maybe it's the straightbacked posture, that belies casual relaxation in the bar.
Maybe it's just that Li is Zuko, and he never smiled all the time like this before.
[Anybody who can sense pain / distress / agony / emotional disturbances, please ding AlmostAMurder before you tag our smiling looney, okay?]