"Don't mention her name on these docks! Once word gets out that she's alive, every firebender will be out there looking for her, and I don't want anyone getting in the way." "You mean the Avatar?" asked Iroh, glancing shrewdly toward his nephew.Īt once, Zuko turned on him furiously. "I don't want to stay too long and risk losing her trail." After rescuing their ship from Anya's avalanche, they had managed to bring it here.
"Uncle, I want the repairs made as quickly as possible," Zuko requested as he and his uncle entered a Fire Nation naval yard. "Get it off! Get it off!" He hopped around, writhing wildly, until finally losing his balance and falling forward into the grass. Startled into full wakefulness, Sokka jolted upright with a shout. "There's a prickle snake in your sleeping bag!" "Sokka, wake up!" she shouted in a passable impression of alarm, running the stick rapidly up and down his sleeping bag. Bending, Anya hefted a long stick, then turned back to Sokka. Turning back toward Katara, she looked around, then suddenly smiled mischievously. "Temple later." He began to snore again.Īnya propped her hands on her hips, frowning. Sokka stirred and grumbled, opening one bleary eye. She gently poked him with a foot, to no effect. But I need to see it for myself." She hopped down, running to the still-sleeping Sokka. "It's just that a lot can change in all that time."Īnya shrugged, adjusting Appa's reins. "I know," Anya replied, not sensing the issue. "I know you're excited, but you have to remember-you've been gone for a hundred years!"
Katara glanced tentatively at her friend, carefully choosing how to respond. "The Air Temple is one of the most beautiful places in the world!" Anya had been chattering on about her home for most of the morning. Sokka was still wrapped in his sleeping bag on the ground, snoring. Appa was grazing peacefully while Anya and Katara relaxed in the saddle. "Just wait until you see it, Katara," said Anya, leaning back in her seat.