“You're really good with him.”
Zuko couldn't deny that. Not truthfully.
Lu Ten had spent hours showing him all the drawings in the house, telling him all the stories he knew, before falling asleep. Mighty tales about blue dragons and strong, tiny turtleducks and pretty ladies with ocean-eyes.
Ursa still looked at him with the same awed expression. So he replied, “He's a good kid,” because it was the truth.
Spitfire's Chapter II: Those Little Dreams (read here!), unfolds in the quiet moments. In the soft breathing of a child. In all the things unsaid (and all the things that are yet to come).














