„Good idea.“ Sokka says, trying to not make it sound too dull for her to notice. But as she sprints to the door leading back in to the palace, she couldn‘t have possibly heard any differences.
END
#zukka Angst
They are sitting in the gardens.
Sokka criss-cross near the little lake with Izumi in his lap. They‘ve moved with the shade of the tree since they sat down because Sokka tends to forget how much easier it is for her skin to burn compared to what he’s used to.
When Sokka believes his voice won‘t give him away he speaks up. „It’s dinner time soon. Should we go look for your dad to force him to actually get some nutrients into his body?“
„Yes!! Then I can show him and mom my braids!“