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Drabble: Harmless Old Man
Nov. 17th, 2009 01:34 pmAuthor's Note: So the other day, I gave Iroh a really silly drabble. This counterbalences that. Poor Iroh; a Dragon's work is never done.
Harmless Old Man
The tea streamed into the porcelain cup, but the man sitting behind wasn’t really there for the tea. Iroh could always tell which ones were there to gawk at the Dragon of the West, to see their old nightmare gentled and humble and safe.
But that was alright, because he wasn’t really there for the tea either.
The Dai Li trickled back into the city with the multitudes, and the Earth King’s new power crouched unsteadily on his shoulders, restlessly waiting for someone to pluck it away, but no one tried. No one dared rouse the Dragon of the West.
Harmless Old Man
The tea streamed into the porcelain cup, but the man sitting behind wasn’t really there for the tea. Iroh could always tell which ones were there to gawk at the Dragon of the West, to see their old nightmare gentled and humble and safe.
But that was alright, because he wasn’t really there for the tea either.
The Dai Li trickled back into the city with the multitudes, and the Earth King’s new power crouched unsteadily on his shoulders, restlessly waiting for someone to pluck it away, but no one tried. No one dared rouse the Dragon of the West.
