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Another training sim, but this time, Zuko's only meditating. He could do this anywhere else, like the Observatory, but no one could ever accuse him of not clinging to home.
He's picked a moment where the air is just turning to fall cool, and a constant breeze blows softly through the columns of the open dojo. A small waterfall trickles through a rock garden. The flames on the candles set before him expand and then fall back with his every breath out and in. There's a view of the capitol city of the Fire Nation here - this is his uncle's estate, and Iroh always did like the view. Zuko didn't realize how much he did as well, not even when he was banished from it - he only does now that it's really gone.
His swords lay next to him, but he hasn't touched them yet. He only breathes in and out, the air cool and clear when it enters his lungs, rippling with heat when he breathes it out.
He's picked a moment where the air is just turning to fall cool, and a constant breeze blows softly through the columns of the open dojo. A small waterfall trickles through a rock garden. The flames on the candles set before him expand and then fall back with his every breath out and in. There's a view of the capitol city of the Fire Nation here - this is his uncle's estate, and Iroh always did like the view. Zuko didn't realize how much he did as well, not even when he was banished from it - he only does now that it's really gone.
His swords lay next to him, but he hasn't touched them yet. He only breathes in and out, the air cool and clear when it enters his lungs, rippling with heat when he breathes it out.