A New Student, A New Lesson [Milliways]
When they meet on the beach, Zuko has cleaned a place and lined it with rocks to set up boundaries. A nice boxing ring, one might suggest. Indeed, in nothing but crimson pants and his now let-down hair, he looks like a shag-headed teen boy, ready for volley ball or maybe slap-n-tickle with the girlfriend. (Liz, alas, is just plain Too Old for Zuko. This is probably a blessing, because her boyfriend would attempt to rearrange his vital organs into those balloon animals that he asked about earlier.)
A stump of a log, driftwood, has been set aside. There is a very modern cooler sitting out of place next to that archaic combat ring. No matter. Zuko wants drinks and a snack ready. Firebending, after all, is a hell of a work out.
He's patient enough, sitting on a blanket on the sand in a position that's almost at attention, ready and waiting. After all, this is not his first pupil -- but quite honestly, he thinks this one will fair better then Sylar... Sylar's fire felt wrong. It was off, too powerful and yet alien. Liz is -- a sibling flame; yes, burning brighter then Zuko may ever dream of... but there's still kinship to their gifts.
He won't lie: He hopes this student works out better than the last.
A stump of a log, driftwood, has been set aside. There is a very modern cooler sitting out of place next to that archaic combat ring. No matter. Zuko wants drinks and a snack ready. Firebending, after all, is a hell of a work out.
He's patient enough, sitting on a blanket on the sand in a position that's almost at attention, ready and waiting. After all, this is not his first pupil -- but quite honestly, he thinks this one will fair better then Sylar... Sylar's fire felt wrong. It was off, too powerful and yet alien. Liz is -- a sibling flame; yes, burning brighter then Zuko may ever dream of... but there's still kinship to their gifts.
He won't lie: He hopes this student works out better than the last.