The breeze moved about the lakeside with a smooth quality; despite the bitter bite of a spring not fully here. The sun is of little help; hiding constantly between one puff of cloud before being overtaken by another. Its warm glow spreads across the ground in short waves before fading once more.
Frosted shards of grass part stubbornly with each step Zuko takes as he walks purposefully to an unknown destination. The previous night had been dreadfully long and spent in the company of his uncle. Iroh’s flamboyant personality was best in small doses; and the man would almost decidedly sleep until the afternoon. There was never a better time for freedom than the dawn- even if it was a poor one.
He continues to walk along the stony shoreline until he stumbles across a cluster of larger boulders that will service as a seating arrangement. Once perched he rubs his paws together and brings his lips to the tip of his fingers, blowing gently and he creates a small flame in his palm.
No cold would spite him today.
