[RL] To love the Moon spirit.

[lovedthemoon]

[It had been a long while since he'd seen his own breath. He huddled his parka around him, scanning the ice for a familiar face. He was actually grateful for his grown-out hair as the winter wind whipped mercilessly.]

Yue? [he called, pulling his hood on.]

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[loveofthemoon]

[She had been waiting, Sokka, only she wasn't sure exactly where to wait. Luckily, she heard you and looked over, lifting her parka to quicken her pace in the direction of your voice.][She pulls him in for an embrace but quickly pulls away and looks to her feet.]

I didn't expect you so soon.

[liar]

[lovedthemoon]

[He pulls back too, scratching the back of his neck and flushing slightly. It's been years but nothing's really changed. Not here.]

I... hurried. You weren't busy, w-were you?

[loveofthemoon]

No...no, no, I have plenty of free time.

Walk with me? [She links her arm with his.]

[lovedthemoon]

[The heat rises in his face, despite the subzero temperatures and he nods, following her.]

Wow. ...Everything looks the same. It-it's nice. That not everything changes.