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The sun was on the lower half of the horizon. The air still warm from the summers day.
Kyoshi sat in front of a mirror in a villa suite along the coast of Sei’naka Island. Kirima and Wong standing behind her, watching like how cat-owls watch elephant-mice. Jinpa was there too but only because Rangi and Hei-Ran were kind of intimidating. He was currently looking over the guest list so as to not make any mistakes on names.
“You two don’t have to stay,” Kyoshi said over her shoulder as she finished the final twists of her hair. Her wonsam was an elegant mix of dark greens, complimenting each other in the mix of golden lining.
Kirima grinned and slipped off her seat to Kyoshi’s side. “Stop fawning, top-knot is probably all spikes.” She shrugged before handing Kyoshi a pin to hold her hair.
Kyoshi scowled at the shorter woman before taking the pin to finally secure her hair. “I despise you. Both of you.”
“What did I do?” Wong protested while standing up.
Kyoshi just glanced at him before turning her attention back to the mirror. Rangi had asked her not to wear her makeup at the ceremony but she felt so naked without it. Rangi had said this would be a small ceremony but she wouldn’t say two hundred people is small.
The two hundred would consist of some family friends, Sei’naka clan members, The Flying Opera Company, and some government figures from each nation that Hei-Ran had claimed were necessary to ease tensions. She ensured Kyoshi this wouldn’t be turned into a business meeting though.
Kyoshi stood up and did a small twist in her dress. Saying the wonsam was elegant was an understatement. Usually a garment worn by high-class to royal Fire Nationals would be more than extraordinary.
“If it makes you feel better, that's something we’d steal on a mission.” Kirima commented. It was a good attempt at being nice.
“Thanks,” Kyoshi said dryly. “It just feels too flashy. Too nice for me.”
Kirima and Wong simultaneously rolled their eyes.
“It’s supposed to be nice,” Wong commented, “it’s for a wedding after all, it’s a special garment for a special day.”
“Yeah,” Kirima dragged on. “Not everyday the most important person in the world gets married.”
Kyoshi bit back a retort. The wonsam was beautiful to say the least. She still felt awkward in it but that wasn’t the point. The point was to make her commitment and love for Rangi clear.
“Do I need to get Hei-Ran? Tell her you’re having second thoughts?” Jinpa said without looking up from the scroll.
Hei-Ran had helped organize and plan the entire wedding, trying to make sure Rangi was happy and Kyoshi actually voiced her opinion in matters instead of bending to something that would make her uncomfortable.
“Spirits no,” Kyoshi instantly replied. “And I’m not having second thoughts. Why would I? I love Rangi, that's what matters.”
“Good.” Jinpa stated and set the scroll within his robes. “Because it’s nearly sunset.”
Kyoshi made her way through the halls of the miniature palace to the yard, a large open space specifically designed for large events, that looked empty with the amount of people considered small.
Hei-Ran quickly appeared at Kyoshi's side, causing her to jump a bit.
“Do you remember the line of procession?” Hei-Ran didn’t miss a beat. Her hair was in a smooth top-knot, not at its full glory since she cut her hair years ago but fuller. She didn’t need a cane to walk short distances either anymore.
“You and Rangi because I’m marrying into the Sei’naka clan. And then me, I have no one else.” Kyoshi recalled. She was sad that Kelsang wasn’t there to join the precession. She knew Hei-Ran was sad too.
“He’d be proud of you.” Hei-Ran didn’t look up when she said it. She didn’t specify who. She didn’t need to.
Kyoshi sniffled back a bit before responding, “thank you.”
The precession began shortly before sunset.
First went Hei-Ran, taking her place next to Atuat, Jinpa, and the remaining Flying Opera Company in the front.
She was beautiful- no- stunning. Kyoshi didn’t have the proper words to describe her. Her wonsam consisted of elegant reds and pinks. The Firebenders hair was adorned with elegant twists and gold pieces. Kyoshi could barely remember to breathe, let alone her cue to follow down the aisle.
Rangi didn’t look like the pinnacle of beauty. She radiated it. She radiated the beauty and warmth not even a thousand suns could compare to.
The world could freeze in place at this very moment with Kyoshi being the only person free to move, and she would spend eternity admiring her girl and still not fully absorb her picture.
Kyoshi nearly tripped over herself when she finally remembered her cue. All feelings of warmth vanished once everyone's eyes were on her.
Kyoshi breathed. In and out. She kept her back straight and her gaze at the end- she kept her gaze on Rangi as she made it to the end. Taking her place next to the noble girl on the elevated stage, bowing to each other, before the officiant began.
Kyoshi, again, was enamored. Kyoshi simply couldn’t describe Rangi with words. Beautiful, magnificent, exquisite, alluring, elegant, radiant, no word was strong enough to describe how Kyoshi felt about her girl.
Kyoshi barely heard the officiant. Too busy trying to hold back her own grin when she saw the subtle smile on Rangi's face. She could see the other woman trying, and failing, to conceal her own reactions to Kyoshi.
She mouthed something before looking up at Kyoshi expectantly. Kyoshi was locked onto Rangi’s gaze.
“Kyoshi?” Rangi whispers, slightly nudging her and gesturing towards the officiant.
Kyoshi snaps out of her daze and looks toward the officiant.
“Kyoshi,” he started, “do you take Rangi Sei’naka to be your betrothed?"
Kyoshi felt stupid for missing the finalizing question, internally kicking herself. “Yes. Of course my answer is yes.” Her gaze softened as she turned back to face Rangi.
“Then I now pronounce you two, wife and wife.”
The simple declaration sent Kyoshi fumbling into a kiss with Rangi.
Kyoshi and Rangi have kissed hundreds, if not thousands of times. But Kyoshi never wanted to part from Rangi more than in this moment, when she was truly hers.
The reception was nothing less than perfect. Hei-Ran had really out done herself.
Kyoshi and Rangi sat at the head table arm in arm while everyone sang and drank and ate around them. Even with all the noise, they were in their own world of bliss.
Hei-Ran and Atuat sat at a neighboring table to Rangi’s left. There was an honourary table on Kyoshi’s right for Kelsang. It wouldn’t have mattered. He would have insisted on sitting with Hei-Ran.
There were two honourary seats in the crowd. One at the Flying Opera Company's table for a fallen brother, and one at the extended families table for a fallen friend.
The party afterward was no less than extravagant. Delicacies of both the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation were set out for guests to enjoy as they pleased. A small band played lively music on a raised platform along the sidelines.
Rangi and Kyoshi were attached at the hip, but dancing was rather hard in their elaborate, yet beautiful attire.
As the moon rose higher into the sky, several guests started retiring for the night, leaving mostly close friends, family, and a few lingerers. The excessive people didn’t help Kyoshi feel any less standoffish, but she had Rangi. Rangi made everything better.
“Hey,” Rangi whispered up to Kyoshi, taking notice of her discomfort. “Let's go change into something more comfortable. Mother told me that we should stay in our current get ups till non-family members leave, but it’s the Avatars wedding, nobody would dare to judge.”
Rangi had read the Avatar's mind.
“Are you sure? It’s likely only a matter of time before the extra guests leave, we can survive.” Kyoshi grinned weakly, but was taking small steps toward the villas doors.
There were two separate entrances of the large house, each leading to a different wing. Kyoshi had gotten ready and had her extra clothes in the wing to the west, while Rangi had gotten ready and had her extra clothes in the wing to the east. Kyoshi leaned down and planted a small kiss on Rangi’s forehead before separating. The fire-bender pretended to be annoying, but she loved it.
Kyoshi stepped out of her room, hair down and in a simpler, yet elegant dress.
There was still noise coming from the yards, about three dozen guests were lingering. They were all either chatting, dancing, or drunkenly stumbling around.
Rangi wasn’t amongst the crowd. The fire-bender was still in her quarters.
Kyoshi would have to walk across the yard to get to the doors leading to Rangis quarters. Being out of her elaborate outfit and into something more simple, along with the lingering reminisce of a party, she had faith that the guests would respect her as she passed and not bother her with anything aside from some congratulations.
Barely two steps into the main area, a drunken earth kingdom noble had stumbled up to her, blabbing incoherently about some land in the Si Wong he was trying to secure. That if Kyoshi helped he’d make it worth her while.
“No thank you,” Kyoshi tried to be somewhat polite, “but that's not what I do-”
She hadn’t finished her sentence when another noble, likely the first noble's friend, stumbled forward too. Both nobles were slurring on about this plot of land, how it could be a major trade route if the tribe that occupied the territory sold it to them. How an endorsement from the Avatar would be very helpful in securing the land.
Kyoshi could deal with flashy clothes, she could deal with her wedding having dozens of people she didn’t or barely knew, she could deal with doing all of that without the mask of her makeup because it was all for Rangi. But Rangi wasn’t here right now.
These men were loud, getting way too comfortable getting in her space, and had absolutely no shame when cornering that Avatar at her own wedding.
With a flick of her wrist a small piece of earth came up from the ground, causing the first noble to trip forward, and the second to trip over his friend.
Kyoshi slipped away before the two could sort themselves out.
“What are you doing over here?” Came a familiar stern, raspy voice.
It was a farther corner of the villa's garden. A small fenced-in patio that overlooked the sea.
Kyoshi turned around to see Rangi standing behind her with a tense look on her face. Her hair was in its usual simple top-knot and she had too changed into a simpler red dress, but she looked no less speechless to Kyoshi.
“I needed a breather.” Kyoshi shrugged and leaned back on the railing, glancing back at the party which now seemed much smaller and quieter. Rangi soon joined her.
“It’s nauseating how people think they can just talk to the Avatar like that.” Rangi grumbled but followed Kyoshi's gaze to the party.
Rangi was silent for a moment. “It was amusing when you tripped them.”
Kyoshi held her hands up in self defense, “I didn’t trip anyone. They should’ve watched where they were going.”
“Like they should’ve watched their mouths.” Rangi scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. But it only took a moment before her gaze shifted upward and softened. “I told mother it was getting late, everyone should be gone in maybe five minutes. Then we can finally rest.”
Kyoshi hummed, not saying anything. She leaned into Rangi and wrapped her arms around her shoulder. “I couldn’t be happier than I am right now.”
Rangi scoff-giggled and leaned into her girl. “Neither could I be you big oaf.”
Kyoshi leaned down and kissed Rangi on the forehead. Which was met with Rangi taking her chin and pulling her down to kiss Kyoshi on the lips.
They stayed like that. The only thing that mattered was each other.
Neither pulled away until they heard Atuat shouting at some lingering guests to get moving.
Rangi and Kyoshi smiled and tried not to laugh as they broke their kiss.
Rangi took Kyoshi’s hand and started walking back toward the villa. Now that the wedding was done and officiated, instead of going to separate rooms, they would spend the night with nothing but each other's company in their shared bed.
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