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[forge_fire]

It's merely a hallways they step into, one carved out of rock but pleasant enough. It is not lit by lamps or by torches, but instead by the hot molten lava of the mountain shimmering through a sheet of crystal that refracts the light in dancing traces of color against a wall. He smiles to Zuko a moment as he watches the beauty of his underground

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[princeinexile]

It's like Avatar Roku's temple, really.

Zuko looks left, looks right, and falls into a quiet sort of reverance for the place, his eyes here, there -- tracing veins of heat as they dart over the walls in the ever-shifting flow of the molten core.

But he follows! Very obediently! For he doesn't want to miss anything.

[forge_fire]

And he won't.

"What would you like to see first? Your room?"

[princeinexile]

A blink is given. He's got a guest room now? Already? ...Gods work fast.

"Certainly." He's not going to gainsay his host. At least it'll give him a place to put his bag, right?

[forge_fire]

There is always and forever rooms in the mountain for guests. He got them so rarely, as so few people wanted to actually spend TIME with him, that he tended to treat them exceedingly well. He nods to Zuko and continues to walk.

They pass, first, the kitchen. It is...actually rather modern. The gods do not necessarily obey the laws of anachronism. Sam Raimi got that right at least.