Long, dark hair seeping into shadows. Long, red robes clinging to a willowy frame. Long, fine limbs moving with firebender's grace.
Mother?, Iroh thinks for an instant, utterly at a loss.
Then the figure turns, and he sees it's the Second Prince. His little brother, by blood, though Iroh finds it easier to think of Jeong Jeong as his brother. They have shed blood together, while this ghost of his mother has never been more than someone who Zolena mentioned in letters.
The Second Prince looks at him with quizzical eyes, as if not quite placing his face.
We are strangers to each other, Iroh thinks, his heart growing heavy. We are brothers, and we have never met before at all. Our lives have passed each other by.
Bonus: Iroh and Ozai
Mother?, Iroh thinks for an instant, utterly at a loss.
Then the figure turns, and he sees it's the Second Prince. His little brother, by blood, though Iroh finds it easier to think of Jeong Jeong as his brother. They have shed blood together, while this ghost of his mother has never been more than someone who Zolena mentioned in letters.
The Second Prince looks at him with quizzical eyes, as if not quite placing his face.
We are strangers to each other, Iroh thinks, his heart growing heavy. We are brothers, and we have never met before at all. Our lives have passed each other by.