alright. you can wait there, then, [ pointing at a little bench in the corner of his workshop, gesturing at a little handheld fan —— for when it gets too hot. ] or wherever. you can stand around, just not too close to the ++
++ own materials, but it’ll be like it was never broken.
⠀ [ glancing up at the firelord —— a question on the tip of his tongue. doesn’t ask. the boy seems to be stewing in enough guilt as is. ] when do you need it by?
[ part of yuanzhou wants to reach out, almost. like this, the firelord holds no more danger than a wet cat preening for safety —— it’s not the forgemaster’s place to give him assurance; so instead, he offers help.
⠀⠀⠀i'm well—aware. [visage tightens, he knows of the implications, no use watering down his heritage; nor the shame on his 'forefathers.' nor himself; a 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑 son claiming the imperial throne.
[squints ﹢̱
⠀ [ as the shattered blade clatters onto the table, he lets out a low whistle. then, in quick succession, ] it’s not the worst. you’ve got most of the pieces here so it should be fast. might have to melt it with some of my ++
a title no more noble than the last. [ the acknowledgment sets a small spark in him —— but he’s heard of the boy, through the whispers of the lower ring : benevolent, kind, * nothing like his father. yuanzhou doesn’t quite know ++
⠀⠀⠀𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒅. [corrected, despite the right discernment of identity, the hoodie remains intact, brows cinches at the enquiry,] i've heard you're an expert at your craft, master zhao.
++ whether to take that chance. still, he snorts : puffing his chest out, a small swig of his drink taken. ] an ‘expert’? i’m the best there ever is and will be.
⠀ [ old man zhao always did say not to jump to conclusions. ]
[ hazel narrow subtly, a small tick in his demeanour when the furnace sheds light on the scar. it takes everything in him to hold back a scowl, ] that would depend on who’s asking. why are you here, prince zuko?
⠀⠀⠀[hood draped over crown, obscuring features but that scar is mostly unmistakable. he's on a lone expedition, for the time being,] hello. uh, do you make custom weaponry?
… [ gaze sweeps over the cracked weapon —— then the newcomer. doesn’t seem like a troublemaker. weapon taken into calloused fingers, thumb rubbing over the groove. ] should be a quick fix. are you in a hurry?
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