In a similar vein, she could always tell what time it was, though it took her some time to convert whatever system of measurement they had in the Fire Nation into typical Earth Kingdom hours. “Firebenders rise with the sun,” she said. When asked, she’d chuckled, in that fine, posh way of hers, hiding her mouth behind a hand. No matter when she went to sleep, not matter where, as dawn crested the edges of the horizon, Ursa woke. She rose with the sun every day, without fail. Things Jiang learned about her new daughter-in-law: But then Ikem’s lips captured her own, and all thoughts of grandfathers vanished from her head. His smile reminded Ursa of Grandpapa Fudo whenever she’d demonstrate a new kata-affectionate and proud. The Earth Shaman was invited to come from one of the larger surrounding villages-an old, grey man with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and lines of laughter carved into his face. She may have left the Fire Nation for good, but that didn’t mean she had to get married wearing her hair Earth Kingdom style. Her hair, in spite of the women’s protestations, was worn down. They chatted amiably as they helped her into her finest dress-something she would never condescend to wear only a year ago. With no relation left to help her prepare every single one of them seemed to be intent on taking over the role of her mother. She didn’t know any of them all that well, always careful to keep her distance from everyone except Ikem and his family.īut now, these women didn’t seem to hold it against her. Later, she welcomed other village women into her apartment. Beseeched Agni for their safety, as she did every day, begged their blessing for what she would do today. She bowed before the two portraits hidden there, pressed her forehead to the ground before her children, and prayed. Opened the simple wooden cabined by her bed, pinched the candlewicks inside alight. She rose with the sun, as she did every day. She wasn’t swarmed by nobles and socialites who wished to curry favour with the newest member of the royal family. She wasn’t required to kneel and recite her oaths as the Fire Sage crowned her Princess. Their hands weren’t bound with exquisite red cord as dawn rose over the jagged peaks of the Royal Caldera. She was not woken in the middle of the night to be scrubbed within an inch of her life, painted with tonnes of makeup that was somehow completely invisible as a finished product, dressed in heavy white silks and decked in gold and jewels, only to sit and listen to the Head Fire Sage drone on and on about the establishment of marriage, subtly exchanging exasperated glances with Ozai. The day of Ursa’s second wedding couldn’t have been more different than her first.
“This time, we actually are getting married.” “So, what do you two need to tell us now?” “Um … not as far as I’m aware? But really, the Fire Nobility are all related in some way or another, so …” “Please tell me you don’t have more terrifying relations you need to tell us about, Ursa,” said Jiang, when her son and his son’s beau sat them down at the kitchen table because they had something to say, again.
A FIRELORDS BLESSING SERIES
← Previous Work Part 11 of the What Comes After series Next Work →Īvatar tingz Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 24265 Chapters: 9/9 Comments: 96 Kudos: 245 Bookmarks: 38 Hits: 4217 ursa is a firebender you can't change my mind.A dash of worldbuilding sprinkled throughout.kiyi's adorableness is a weapon of mass destruction.i think i just have to accept that anything i write will inevitably turn into katara-simping.no homophobia in MY Avatar:the Last Airbender.aaah this was supposed to be a one-shot.me trying to redeem the comics!ursa storyline: okay let's change absolutely everything but keep kiyi.zuko doesn't find ursa-ursa finds zuko.this is basically every idea i think about when i'm trying to sleep slammed into one fic.this is the most self-indulgent thing i've ever written.when you write 27 k words because of one scene.Original Female Character/Original Female Character.minor Katara/Zuko (Avatar) - Relationship.
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