It’s so early.. wait, where’s Zuko?

Sokka groans, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and getting up, the space beside him empty of his betrothed, Zuko.

He slips his gear on, fastening his cloak over his chest and standing tall in the mirror, taking on the appearance of the Watertribe leader.

He steps outside, still a bit sleepy as he spots his lover ordering some Firetribe grunts around. Ever since they were engaged, the two tribes had come together in beautiful unity.

“Mm.. Zuko?-“