Sokka had always been annoyed by the way Gran-Gran tried to put his hair in a wolf-tail, and how every present she gave him was a weapon. The weapons were kind of cool, but there were only so many boomerangs and spears a guy could keep in his room before it started looking like a museum exhibit on traditional antarctic arms.
We aren't at the south pole anymore, he wanted to tell her. You gathered what was left of the tribe and you took them somewhere where there was food and people and education. And everyone is adapting except for you. Dad went to university, and Bato got a job at an office, and all the other families started living simple middle-class lives without all this spirit mumbo-jumbo and warrior nonsense. Warriors are just a kind of character type in fantasy games, now.
But that wasn't what Gran-gran thought, so sometimes Sokka wore the stupid wolf-tail around the house, just because it made her happy.
And then they find Aang, and suddenly the old legends about bending and spirits and warriors with painted faces seem terribly relevant, if only he could remember how the stories went, or how, exactly, to put on war paint. He still isn't a warrior but now he thinks he might need to be, and how is he supposed to learn these things if he's on the back of a flying bison every day?
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Sokka isn't a warrior
Date: 2010-01-08 06:15 am (UTC)We aren't at the south pole anymore, he wanted to tell her. You gathered what was left of the tribe and you took them somewhere where there was food and people and education. And everyone is adapting except for you. Dad went to university, and Bato got a job at an office, and all the other families started living simple middle-class lives without all this spirit mumbo-jumbo and warrior nonsense. Warriors are just a kind of character type in fantasy games, now.
But that wasn't what Gran-gran thought, so sometimes Sokka wore the stupid wolf-tail around the house, just because it made her happy.
And then they find Aang, and suddenly the old legends about bending and spirits and warriors with painted faces seem terribly relevant, if only he could remember how the stories went, or how, exactly, to put on war paint. He still isn't a warrior but now he thinks he might need to be, and how is he supposed to learn these things if he's on the back of a flying bison every day?