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200 word drabble: Snow Melt Floods
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avatar_500 prompt #50, Return.
Summary: Conquest is a rush.
Snow Melt Floods
Hanook disembarked from his flagship inside the ice covered harbor. In the gloom, waterbenders sculpted the walls, expanding the harbor, spilling water out of dry docks for new ships to be built. Outside the harbor, waterbenders all over the city kept up the frenetic pace. They had to rush. This had to happen fast.
He passed through the new streets, around the new houses, pushing aside the memories of the skin tent he had grown up in.
He knocked on the door to the largest house in the new city. The woman who opened the door smiled and threw her arms around his middle before leading him inside. Her one-legged husband sat on low bench, bouncing a blown up turtle-seal bladder ball off the floor and into the hands of a little boy who kept stopping to hold the ball and suck on his thumb.
It was that missing leg that sometimes kept Hanook awake. He wanted the little Avatar with his thumb in his mouth to think of the conquests and the new empire they were building as great things, good things. He would shower the little Avatar with all the glories of empire. He just had to hurry.
avatar_500 prompt #50, Return.Summary: Conquest is a rush.
Snow Melt Floods
Hanook disembarked from his flagship inside the ice covered harbor. In the gloom, waterbenders sculpted the walls, expanding the harbor, spilling water out of dry docks for new ships to be built. Outside the harbor, waterbenders all over the city kept up the frenetic pace. They had to rush. This had to happen fast.
He passed through the new streets, around the new houses, pushing aside the memories of the skin tent he had grown up in.
He knocked on the door to the largest house in the new city. The woman who opened the door smiled and threw her arms around his middle before leading him inside. Her one-legged husband sat on low bench, bouncing a blown up turtle-seal bladder ball off the floor and into the hands of a little boy who kept stopping to hold the ball and suck on his thumb.
It was that missing leg that sometimes kept Hanook awake. He wanted the little Avatar with his thumb in his mouth to think of the conquests and the new empire they were building as great things, good things. He would shower the little Avatar with all the glories of empire. He just had to hurry.
