hakoda-appreciation

Hakoda watches for a moment while his son speaks to a man clad in ivory and indigo. It's not different to what many of the Lotus wear, nothing indicates his rank among his brethren nor obvious signs of his nationality. His skin is dark as men of the Water Tribe and his eyes are cool as iron, yet his hair is pulled into Fire Nation style. The man's face is serene and aged, wise and pleasant. There's admiration in his son's eyes. Even from a distance away, Hakoda can see that. Shining and bright, Sokka hovers eagerly with the man who might be Fire. The man smiles to the boy, a tried but delighted smile that relishes the story that Sokka babbl