Makita's been released from the cells. She walks straight to Bar and draws a note from her pocket. She sets it carefully on the surface, it's taken her most of the week she's been locked up to finish it.

( For Iroh )

[OOM: At the end of the weekend, Zuko and Iroh ... sort of converse.]

His uncle fetched, Zuko does not look back as he leads his uncle toward the door with a grim sort of purpose -- the door is thrown open, and with nary a glance back, the boy (be-decked in apron and a servant's clothes) and the man (equally humble in garb) vanish through the door ( Read more... )

[OOM: Steph takes Zuko back to his suite and Iroh both; Nanny Ogg busts in on the awkward family moment and .... well, she and Iroh get very comfortable indeed. Later, Steph returns to bring the dogs back now that Zuko's no longer made of felt, and ... well, old flames are bound to leap to light if things get hot enough.... After unadvisable ( Read more... )

It was a quiet day at the tea shop. There was no Jin (and there was no relief, per se, about her absence) but there was Mushi and Li -- or perhaps better known as Iroh and Zuko ( Read more... )

[OOM: Zuko sacrifices two young women on the altar to destiny.... in a proverbial sense, anyway.]

[OOM: After Zuko enjoys Rachel's gifts; he wakes at varying intervals -- first to Wells, who tells him Xu Ning is dead, then to Iroh, who says he is caring for the turtleducks, and then to Jocasta, who promises her friend that she's not going to let him become a murderer. Zuko weeps in two, rages in one. Easy to guess what's what, isn't it?]

There is a tired prince out in the grass. There are, however, happy turtleducklings in the lake, and a very alert malamute on watch ( Read more... )

There would be a witty, Firebender haiku here as the mun's been itchy to write one. But she couldn't think of one at work. Instead, you have a Firebender looking a little less peaky, sittnig on his couch, with the black and white malamute at his feet. She is alert, and for a change, so is he, though he is occupied with several historybooks borrowed ( Read more... )

Wells met his wife come lunchtime, and they ate together. There was discussion. All, in general, was well.

He's taken up a place by the fire, Zuko's dog curled up at his feet. Harry's attention is on ... well, something far away, though his eyes are on the fire. The dog's is on the stairs, as if she expects her master to turn up at any moment.

The evening hours find Wells outside, not far from the lake. He's not headed for the football pitch, or the target range, or even his fire-pit; he's got other things to do tonight, and most if not all of them spring from the current occupant of the cells ( Read more... )