tales of iroh

Two Thoughts about “The Tales of Ba Sing Se”
  1. Interestingly, Zuko isn’t as awkward as he usually is. Kind of, anyway.This is probably because of subject matter. That said, I like how he eventually gets comfortable-ish talking to her. 
  2. I found it kind of odd that Iroh reverts to calling Zuko “Prince Zuko” at the end of his date, since the whole point of going to Ba Sing Se in the first place was to leave the Fire Nation behind. However, this could be because he just came back from mourning his son, and it ties into the whole father-son dynamic Iroh and and Zuko have going on.
Leaves From the Vine (Piano Cover)
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Leaves From the Vine (Piano Cover)

Leaves from the vine

Falling so slow

Like fragile tiny shells

Drifting in the foam

Little soldier boy

Come marching home

Brave soldier boy

Comes marching home

So um I made a piano cover of “Leaves From the Vine”

Hope you guys like it! ^_^

And I’d be happy to make sheet music, in case anyone would be interested :) Just let me know!

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Sheet music for my “Leaves From the Vine” cover!

Hope you guys like it! ^_^

Note: I edited it a bit so the timing is slightly more like the original. And sorry the spacing of the text is uneven; it turned out like that after I screencapped them.

For the people who prefer chords, I used A E F#m D

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“Fire is the element of power. The people of the Fire Nation have desire and will, and the energy and drive to achieve what they want. Water is the element of change. The people of the Water Tribes are capable of adapting to many things. They have a sense of community and love that holds them together through anything.”

I don’t know if y’all know this but @looveel-realm‘s toz atla au is like one of my favorite things ever… I think about it like all the time, so I figure I’d finally get around to drawing something for it. I had to take a couple liberties with Sorey’s Fire Nation outfit since there aren’t any finished references I could use for it, but I hope it came out well nonetheless!!

A Tale of In Between Part 3.

I’m not sure if it fully loadedz so I had to check and guess what? The last past of Part 2 didn’t load! All it says is ‘he was older or taller’ or whatever I wrote. So I had to rewrite it here. …..

Something about this… About the way he was standing in front of her… It was familiar… Izumi glanced up at the boy in front of her. He had shaggy dark hair and tan skin, not as dark as Kya, yet not as light as herself.

“Who?” A man from the crowd asked.

“Lady Luwa.” The boy - man - guy - said. Izumi wasn’t sure. He was a few years older than her, she knew that. Or maybe he was just tall for his age?

“No, that’s Princess Izumi!” A woman insisted.

“No,” the mystery male straightened his stance. “This is Lady Luwa Kassan. She’s been told she looks like the Princess many times, though. Even been mobbed once or twice.” He was very good, she’d give him that. He may even be able to convince the crowd, she thought to herself.

“My family is very small,” Izumi added on, “almost unknown.”

The crowd still seemed suspicious. The same man from earlier turned his gaze to the other guy standing in front of her.

“And who are you?” He asked.

“I am her bodyguard,” the messy-haired one said. “Which is another sign this isn’t the Princess. Do you think I’d work for a pretentious brat?”

Pretentious? Brat? Who does he think he is? Izumi shot a glare up at him through her hood. She knew that this ‘Lady Luwa’ must actually exist now, and that this boy must be confused and obviously bad at his job if he lost his client and confused her with Izumi.

What idiot would call her a pretentious brat, knowing that she was just behi - oh, it’s Bumi. She couldn’t believe she didn’t recognise him earlier, she’d been staring at - observing, she was observing him - and he was still wearing the exact same thing!

But then, she wasn’t paying much mind to his clothing. The thought probably wouldn’t have occurred to her, had Bumi not snuck a sneaky glance her way.

It was almost a flash back, something she wasn’t sure she remembered until now, but with the flash of memory, she knew this couldn’t be anyone else; he had the same fun-loving smirk, the same blue-grey eyes, shining with playfulness.

He was in the mirror stance before, of his previous actions, standing in front of her as to shield her, as a protector. Her protector. Except this time they weren’t young and he wasn’t standing in between her and an angry mother turtleduck.

“We would’ve heard of a Lady Luwa Kassan,” the same man from before spat at Bumi, offended by the way he’d talked about his princess, snapping Izumi out of the strange trance she’d been in.

She mentally scolded herself for not being more aware. But Bumi was pretending to be her bodyguard. It’s not like he’d let anything happen to her, she reminded herself.

“She’s not from here!” Kya said, finally being able to make her way through the crowd.

“Where is she from then?” The man asked as Kya stepped beside Izumi.

Izumi spoke before anyone else could. “The Earth Kingdom,” it wasn’t a complete lie. It wasn’t really a lie at all.

Izumi held her pale hand out, showing him her ring. “See? Just look at my signet ring.” It was only a plain ring, but like a lower born man would know the difference. It df look quite pike a signet ring.

He nodded at another man. The man stepped forward and examined it, holding her hand.

“I’m sorry for his insult to your princess,” she said politely. “I - I’m sure she’s a lovely girl,” who will slap you with fire if you don’t let go of her hand.

“Earth Kingdom,” the man grunted and stepped back. Izumi pulled her hand back under the fabric of the shawl.

“She knows the princesses of the earth kingdom.” Kya added. “They’re very close.” It was almost threatening. So she got those strange vibes from him as well, Izumi thought.

The first man stared at her. “And who are you?” He asked rudely.

“My hand maid,” Izumi said, a bite to her voice. She stared coldly at the man.

He stepped back under the weight of her gaze.

“We must be going now, I have a fitting.” She turned swiftly. Kya walked instep with her, while Bumi followed behind, still keeping the ‘bodyguard’ image.

Or maybe he was slow to react with how he was still giving the rude man a look of triumph mixed with a glare when she and Kya started walking away.

Once they were far enough from the crowd Kya spoke. “He was so,”

Izumi shivered. “I know.”

“Such a -”

“He is,”

“Oh, I wanted to -”

“Me too,”

They turned a corner.

“I could’ve healed the wounds…”

“But you wouldn’t have wanted to,”

“I still would have, though.”

“I know.” Izumi sighed.

“Yours would’ve left a scar.”

“I don’t think my father would forgive me.”

“You probably wouldn’t have forgiven yourself,”

“I know.” She sighed again.

“Um… What?” Bumi asked.

The girls turned to face him. “Nothing.” Kya said. “It’s none of your business.”

“I just saved her from being mobbed!”

Kya raised her eyebrow in a questioning way.

Izumi just looked at him sympathetically, her eyes seemed to glow from the darkness of the shadow the hood cast on her face.

He looked between the girls, mouth agape. “Wha - oh, fine.” He crossed his arms and pouted.

Kya spun back around. Izumi giggled, a soft smile on her lips. Bumi looked from Kya to Izumi, and smiled when he met her eyes. Izumi blushed and took Kya’s arm.

“I really do have a fitting,” she said as they walked.

“Let’s go,” Kya shrugged. Bumi pouted more, slouched over, his arms at his side.

“Oh, do we really have to go to a seamstress?”

Izumi smiled. “For the gala, I have to have new formal wear.”

Kya leaned in. “And for K -”

Izumi’s eyes widened in shock. “Shh!” She cast a wary glance at Bumi, who was looking at them suspiciously.

“I’m not even sure he’s coming. He may go back to Ba Sing Se.”

“Is that where you got the ring?”

Izumi and Kya stopped walking and faced him.

“What?”

He pointed to her hand. “The ring. From the Earth Kingdom.”

Izumi looked away. There was a silence for a minute or two. He started to regret asking, with the strange look he could see in her golden eyes.

“No,” Izumi said, her eyes on the ground. “I didn’t get the ring from Kion.”

“Who’s that?”

“None of your business, Bumi!”

He shot a look at his sister, then looked back at Izumi. “Who did you get the ring from, then?”

Izumi bit her lip.

Water formed over Bumi’s head, a trail leading from Kya’s casket.

“I was just asking.”

“Really, it’s ok -”

The water fell. Izumi’s eyes widened and her mouth formed the shape of an o. Kya has rarely splashed Bumi before without it being playful, and it had never drenched half his torso. She was getting better.

“Kya!” Bumi wiped his face with his sleeve. All his younger sister did was stand with her hands on her hips.

Izumi lifted the shawl from her head and handed it to the older boy. “Here. Dry off.”

“Thank you. At least someone here is kind.” He said as he dabbed his forehead.

Izumi smiled again.

“Now, what kind of bodyguard would I be if I didn’t escort Lady Lawa and her handmaid to their fitting?”

“I thought it was Luwa?”

“It was,” Kya said. Bumi shrugged and started drying off his hair.

“You could help him,”

“Nah, I’ll let him suffer.”

“Sure, let him suffer.” Bumi pouted. “He’d like that a lot.”

Izumi giggled again. She could tell today would be fun already. If they didn’t get interrupted, that was.

Atla and Lok belong to Nickelodeon and Bryke. It is not mine. I have an important meeting at school tomorrow with my counselor and it’s 1:45 am. I am determined to go, even though I usually stay up later, so this’ll be the last update until this afternoon, maybe tomorrow. Sorry it was so short. Or long. I don’t know, about 1000-something words.