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“Your hair is long.”
All conversation came to a mid-sentence halt as everyone who had gathered in the vast throne room turned their heads towards the voice. Its owner, a lean man in his mid-thirties, emanating kindness and poise, was dressed in layered robes, very unusual in the Fire Nation, but instantly recognizable across all kingdoms and lands.
“It’s the Avatar!” People began to whisper as Aang made his way towards the dais, smiling and exchanging greetings with those around him. There was no one who wouldn’t want him to gift them at least a short glance or a fraction of a nod. “Avatar Aang is here!”
“It’s good to see you, too.” Fire Lord Zuko rose from his royal seat and walked down the steps to face his old friend. The distance between them diminished, and when finally faced with one another, Aang bowed with his palms pressed together as per the Air Nomads tradition, and Zuko replied with the same gesture. Then, as they looked up at each other, wide adolescent grins grew on their mouths. Leaving the formalities behind, they found themselves in a tight and heartfelt, long-awaited embrace of friends, comrades, brothers, profoundly missed.
“It’s been too long,” said Aang. “I really missed you.”
“Yes, it has,” admitted Zuko. “I missed you too. Would you like some tea?”