Sokka the 52nd - [Action/Voice]

[markofthewise]

Hard to believe it's December here again. Looks like the snow is letting up from the snowstorm yesterday. [It was snowing... just like, a year ago.]

[Filtered to Winry]

Hey, I've got something for you. Drop by my house later, okay?

[Today is his one year anniversary in Luceti. It's not exactly something to be happy about, as far as he's concerned. The only bright spot is him dwelling on the future he heard about from his 'future sister'. It's nice knowing that, eventually, he will get back home and have the kind of life he's been looking forward to. On the other hand, he can't help but wonder at the future painted by Xion. He never found out what his future was like for her... but he had a feeling he was in it. And the idea of being in Luceti after that long was just disturbing.

So it's with these thoughts that Sokka is busy hauling his canoes back to his house from the river bank, preparing them for winter storage where they won't get too damaged. Even though he could take them out for ice fishing, there's no point in damaging them. Once he's finished up with that, he decides to just take a walk around town. He's mostly taking note of how much has changed... or hasn't. In particular, he stops in front of House 2 and watches it a bit. He knows someone lives there. But he wonders if the walls are still purple from when he painted them. He thinks back to the party he had there with Toph. Some of the first people he ever talked to were gone now. Nash, Mayoi... and a lot more since he first arrived. After making some other stops at places that used to be important to him, mostly due to their old occupants, he heads on home.

... or at least that was the plan. He detours into the woods, to go hunting again after a month of not doing so. It's late in the season and there isn't much game to be had, but this is what he would be doing if he was home, in the South Pole, where he belonged. So he'll be taking his dinner under the tree canopy, slowly cooking a rabbit he brought down. Sure, Katara is probably making something tastier for dinner, but this... this feels more right. He'll make it back home before Zuko and the girls have time to start worrying.]

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[Voice | Filtered]

[crytearsofjoy.livejournal.com]

How much later?

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[The smell of cooking rabbit brings a predator to the edges of Sokka's resting spot. There's the hint of rustling in the bushes, maybe a brief shadow out in the leaves, and then the forest settles again.

Derek's come to see who's roaming the trees.]

[markofthebrave]

[Shortly after Sokka returns home...]

Hey. You missed dinner.

[Which means that she would have Appreciated a Warning and the amount of trouble you're in is relative to your explanation.]

[Written]

[no-use-running.livejournal.com]

[December 10th for her, or at least that's what her journal suggests.]

[im-the-cute-one.livejournal.com]

Why is that so hard to believe? It comes after November.

[blessingone]

[It's only a day before Fenimore's own anniversary well, it's only a few hours short of a year by the time I actually make this comment, but by this post's time it's a day short. But, while she has occasionally noted that she's been here for a year, it's not really on her mind when she comes across Sokka hauling the canoes. It's enough to draw her interest, as outside of memes she's never seen Sokka's canoes. Or possibly any canoes.

She approaches.] You're back to normal now, huh?

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[San has been avoiding the village since becoming her wolf self again. But she's tracked Sokka through his hunt, and stands in his line of vision now.

She's still wearing the human-girl snow boots, too]

[Action] two days without threading, die of shock now

[kyoshi]

[Suki's hanging out in the main area of the house when he gets back, giving her fans a thorough cleaning. She's worried while trying not to look worried, even if he thinks she won't be. 8| That's what good girlfriends do.

Might be an aftermath of the last few days, though. It's hard to tell.]