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[erythristic]

By now, I'm sure nearly all of us have heard the news. This is a war, despite the slight amount of peace we were afforded.

To this, I've set up preparations to have space at the Ward cleared out, for use in conducting a series of training sessions this month for those who wish to learn the arts of hand to hand and swordplay, or wish to refine their technique. The beginner's class will be in the morning, the more advanced class in the afternoon.

I am also looking for those who'd wish to instruct beside me. Our ranks have quite the accomplished sort among them, and if you have the time, the desire, and the patience to impart your knowledge, I ask that you please do.

We begin tomorrow morning at half past eight.

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[erythristic]

[she considers this. both might be true, as she'd been trying to adapt the magic to the motions she knew innately, and she had no idea how her breathing might be.]

Then, if you're certainly serious about it, I'll have to take you up on your offer when your time allows.

[she can make space. she can always make space to learn things like this.]

[atoned]

[ if zuko was asked if learning how to bend fire was important, he'd give a very biased answer. learning, itself, was important. he'd learned that the hard way. ]

[ he nods, despite her not seeing it. ] You can even show me what you can do at training. [ while he may not be like katara, requiring time to think on how to approach a lesson, he thinks uncle would tell him to sit and stew within good company, as a young man like zuko doesn't possess the expanse of knowledge an old man like iroh does. ] Is it an ability given to you from this world? [ for months makes it sound new to zuko — either grell came into the drabwurld with a new ability given to her within her home, or she had been gifted it by an imp. regardless, fire is still fire. ]

[erythristic]

It is. They gave me books initially, but I prefer to put it into practice rather than simply reading a theory, so most of it has been trial and error.

[along with assistance as she progressed. pride didn't mean she couldn't look to someone more knowledgeable to advance herself -- all it meant was that she was determined to not embarrass herself in front of them. which, she's beginning to suspect, she's going to end up doing with Zuko.]

[atoned]

You can't learn how to bend fire from a book. [ it might come across a bit sharply, but, you can't learn bending from a book. like one can't learn how to use a sword from the written word, it's always actions — that's how zuko has learned. he could read every scroll in the palace, but he still would find himself clueless. even if he happened to be an avatar, he knows they travel the entire world to learn their craft. isn't that what his great-grandfather had done? instead of staying within the fire nation with his other great-grandfather, he had seen the world and learned it. if it could be easily gleaned from a book, he thinks the hundred year war never would've happened at all. (or, he likes to think roku would've been able to somehow talk sense into sozin). ] The writer probably doesn't even know how to light a candle.

My sister didn't learn how to bend lightning from a book. [ no, she was simply born with it. ] I tried to learn from a scroll. I couldn't even get it to clap in front of me. [ instead, it'd been with uncle that he had continued to be thrown off his feet and slammed into the earth. a scroll had taught him the truth of his heritage, confusing him even more, but it had been his actions and the tutelage of not only uncle but those he had come into contact with that had helped him discern the art of self-forgiveness. ]

[erythristic]

The fire itself wasn't mentioned -- that was always ever something more hands-on. [thank you, Ganondorf, for that much.] It was general, smaller things. How to tap into magic, let yourself become accustomed to it.

[and really, it had been so much simpler than she'd thought. if she could summon her scythe, she could summon a flame. one was a part of her soul, the other woven into her body, the finest glittering threads that no one could see but that one could feel. so much she would rely on, had accepted into this new way of life, called on magic as a base. myths were real, so was she. it was what it was.]

[atoned]

[ magic. that word seemed to float around him a lot here — he still didn't understand what it was. ] Do you have magic?

[erythristic]

I do. It's what allows me to, as you call it, bend fire.

[atoned]

If I teach you how to bend fire, will you teach me more about magic? [ it's embarrassing to even ask it, but he does so with a straight face — and almost immediately. without wasting any time mulling it over, he offers her a deal to either rip apart or sign her name to. ] I don't know what it is. It just continues to confuse me!

[erythristic]

Yes.

[there's no hesitation in her voice at all. even if she's no sorceress, it's a fair trade.]

I'll give you what knowledge I have of it.

[atoned]

[ whenever he wants to make a deal with toph, she usually insists he call her melon lord or … something. he's not used to people simply giving to him. it's always been earned — honour, tea, sokka's last piece of meat — that he's slightly taken aback for a moment at her quick affirmative. ]

Thanks.

I'll see you out there.