Today marked the 143rd Fire Nation Celebration across the world. Every one apart of the Fire Tribe gathered to celebrate their culture and heritage.

It was only mandatory that the Fire Prince and Princess attend to represent their people.

“Uncle, I still don’t understand why I have to look nice for the princess.” Zuko mocks, not letting his complaints go unheard. He grunts as the robe was tightened on him. “I probably won’t even look twice at her.” He steps out of his tent, watching over all the celebrating people.

His eyes glide over the lanterns and Fire Dragon costumes, he lands on you. The Fire Princess of the West. You were sat in a carriage with your father, looking elegant as ever.

“See now?” Uncle Iroh walk up behind him, hands stuffed in his sleeves.