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i know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam

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[Sokka grimaces at the reminder. ]

Ugh, yeah. That's...a thing. Sure am looking forward to a whole lot of this for a while. Yaaaaaay.

The ultimate invasion of privacy. Well, almost. I can't read your thoughts, at least.

[though a part of her bitterly wonders how long it'll take before Atroma finds a way to strip them of that.]

Was that your village I saw as I came in?

Yay for small mercies.

[He frowns, turning his head in the direction of the village. ]

It was yeah. Emphasis on the was.

[Ahh. And now it begins to fall into place.]

And that other place I saw? Is that what it is now?

[He stares at it, he still can't decide if it's a good or bad thing and it shows in his face. ]

Yeah. That's what we came back to. We've been...away for a long time.

And that would explain the complicated homecoming.

[Maker's breath, to go from that village to that... almost city like place must have been a shock.]

I'll admit to being curious to see your home, but I can tell you're a little... conflicted. I can just stay here and not pry, if you prefer. And admire the artwork. [Pause.] ...what's it supposed to be, by the way?

You got it in one.

[She gets sad fingerguns. ]

I don't mind, I mean, not everything there sucks. It's got good things, too. Both of them. It's just...neither are really home any more. [Nothing is. He smiles at his creation. ] It's the Blue Fish!

...Oh. Of course it is. How could I not have seen it?

[She tries to go for sincere but honestly, her tone is mostly just dry.]

Perhaps I'll try the village first. Did you want to come, or would you rather I go it alone?

It's pretty great, right?

[He means that in more ways than one, as he goes back to patting the snow.]

Uh, go right ahead. I'm pretty cool just staying here.

All right.

[She can't entirely blame him. Even she's a little hesitant as she meanders down to the left, towards the village. There's something disquieting about the whole thing. Maybe it's because she knows she's walking into a ghost, a place that no longer exists as it is. But she presses on and enters the village, glancing around at the homes.]

[He'd prefer to stay in the middle, he doesn't have to make any CHOICES, there. The old village really is very small. It's clear only a small smattering of people still live here. There's a massive tear in the protective ice wall keeping the village from the sea. Something very big ploughed in there at one point. There are a few things to explore while you're here, though:

A: A necklace, placed carefully in the snow.
B: A battle helmet, shaped like a wolf's head and made of hardened leather
C: A minature iceberg. It's unnaturally round. And glowing.
D: A circle of stones around a larger one
E: A pond, something seems to be swimming in it. ]

[There's quite a lot to look at, even in such a small place. Riona begins to move through the village, her eyes on that iceberg ahead. However, as she walks towards it, she feels her foot press against something in the ground. She lifts it, and discovers she stepped on that necklace placed in the snow that she hadn't seen.]

What's this?

[The iceberg is pretty damn impressive, but she's found something much, much more precious. ]

This is less one solid memory, and more a swirling pool of a lifetime. All through these memories permeates a strong, unbreakable feeling of family, of loyalty, of a deep love. First there is a very young girl, you have a snowball fight, she always wins (because she cheats) but you never really mind. The memory flickers- you are stood beside the girl in front of the ring of stones, heads bowed, the girl is crying. You reach out a hand to comfort her, she turns and clings to you, sobbing.

Another switch, the girl is older, so are you. You sit in front of the strange iceberg, arguing. Another flicker, another change, you're flying high above the sky with a strangely tattooed boy. You and the girl argue again, it's a little less heated this time. More memories pour in, some too fast to count. But no matter what, if you are happy or sad, friendly or arguing, the feelings of love remain strong. Throughout everything.

The memories finally settle, the girl is older again, a young woman now- just as you are a young man. She looks heartbroken. As always, you step forward to comfort her, as you always will.

"Sis?" you ask gently. "You okay?"

"This isn't how I imagined our trip back home," she sounds so sad, so tired. "I always assumed that once we defeated Fire Lord Ozai, the South Pole would go back to the way it was supposed to be. Our lives would go back to the way they're supposed to be."

Her arms drop. You haven't seen her look this defeated in a while. It worries you.

"But with Gilak and those protesters and all the unrest and now this whole thing..." she sighs. "Like I said, it's not what I imagined."

"Katara, I get what you're saying," you respond gently, you realise you sound tired, too. "But you and I have no actual idea of what things were like here before the war. Nobody alive does, not even Gran-Gran."

You speak what has been on your mind since you got back. Since you saw how much of your old home has been paved away, how different it all is. You're not sure if it will help your sister, you hope it will. That it will give her some semblance of peace, or at least something to step forward from.

"What if the South Pole you're imagining- the one where everything is 'how it's supposed to be'...never actually existed?"

She looks sad, but she understands, a voice comes in from the side, but the memory fades along with it, leaving you in the little village once more. for a brief second, it's like you're in the city, but it filters back to the village.

[Katara. It's so strange to hear her voice again, after having not seen her in so long. But what stands out is that unshakable bond, loving and strong. A bond of siblings who have been through hell and back together. Riona almost envies it a little. She loves Fergus, but they're years and years apart in age. She's never quite bonded with him as strongly as Sokka and Katara did.

Once the memory fades, Riona smiles sadly. Sokka's complicated homecoming is beginning to make more sense. She turns in the direction she had left him in, wondering if he has any idea what she just saw.]

[He seems to have. He turns to give her a sad smile as she returns. Hey, at least she didn't find the dead girlfriend one. If no one finds that one he'll be absolutely okay.]

You found Katara, huh?

[You've totally jinxed it now, Sokka.]

I did. Stumbled upon her, you could say. It was a lot, but still, it's sweet to know how close you two are. It's a bond to be envied.

[Damnit all. He offers her a smile, a brighter one. ]

Well, yeah. Nothing;s gonna split us apart. We'll always have each other's backs. I love her.

If only all siblings were like that. I'm glad you two have each other, considering everything that's happened.

[Growing up noble, she's seen too many siblings turn on each other. She and Fergus were an exception, but their age gap may have helped with that.]

We've been through a lot, and yeah, we argue a lot. Heck, we argued a ton when I last went back home but we always work it out. It's me and her, no matter what. I'm lucky to have her.

[She really wishes she could have gotten to know Katara better when she was here. It sounds like she really missed out.]

Are there more memories of her down there?

[He offers a smile. ]

She'll be in a lot of them, we did a lot together.

Well, let's hope I find the happier ones.

[Ugh, she hates having to do this, but she doesn't see any other way. Nothing that doesn't require staring at snow for hours on end.

She heads back down to the village, initially going towards that iceberg again. And again, she's distracted by something else: those rocks in a circle. She approaches them, her feet brushing up against one.]

Not all of them are awful!

[Well. That one is. Too bad, Riona. ]

The memory flickers and swirls around you. First, there is a woman, though her face is...blurred. There's a feeling of love around her though. Of bitter-sweetness. The memory becomes more solid and you and a little girl are having a snowball fight in the village, laughing and having a good time. That is, until ash starts to fall from the sky. Black snow. You and the little girl look up at it, concern on your features. Even at your young ages, you know exactly what that means.

"I'm going to find mom," she says, running off towards your family tent.

You run the other way, looking for your father. For the other men. To protect the village. Huge metal ships come crashing into the ice near the village, men leaping out, fire coming from their hands. You know what this is, you've seen it, all your people have seen it. It's why your village, your tribe is so small now. It's a raid.

You watch the warriors of the tribe battle, and when one of the raiders gets thrown into the snowdrift you're next to, you slam a snowball down on his head. It's not much, but to you, it is a little victory. A stand. You hop over him, picking up a bladed boomerang on the snow. Your father's.

...The raiders suddenly leave. It's strange. You're used to them rounding up people, taking them away. But they have no one. They just...go. You feel relief. Confusion, yes, but for the most part relief. Which turns into a heavy feeling of guilt- as the memory fades away without any more explanation.

The fire nation. She remembers Sokka talking about it, the atrocities they committed. But seeing it makes it all so much clearer, more real. "Maker's breath... They just attacked? For what reason?"

[The memory gives no clue on that, but at least it explains why there's a big l hole in the ice wall, right? ]

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