Sokka’s wandering around the Fire Nation with the rest of the gaang as per canon. When Aang flew off the ship and the gaang followed, Zuko stayed behind, and is traveling with Hakoda and the rest while they gather up allies for the invasion. I’m sure he’ll want to tinker with it when they meet up again, and Zuko will try to beat him over the head with it. Zuko is fully healed physically, and in fact was so before they reached Ba Sing Se. I assume getting there took a little under two months.
The sounds of the knife catching on the wood and slicing it away , chip by chip were probably very quiet, but each one caught Zuko’s ears. He stared at his absent leg, and not at the boy sitting next to him, or the man carving the foot of Zuko’s new leg.
He held his hand full of fire high, to light up the little metal room in the ship’s hold, and it pulsed with his breath. Shavings of wood fell to the floor. He wondered how often the mechanist made his own inventions, and if when he didn’t, he felt like he had to share.
Diagram on his knees, Teo’s own knife sliced skillfully through the wood of his own block of wood, teasing the rough shape of a leg out of it. Zuko swallowed. “Is... is this what you want to do? What your dad does?”
“What, invent things? Yeah, of course!” Teo’s hand with the knife jabbed into the air enthusiastically, and Zuko leaned away.
Zuko looked down again. Most kids wanted to be like their dads when they grew up.
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Zuko Hurt His Leg on the Run and it Won’t Heal: The Waiting is the Hardest Part
Date: 2010-12-12 04:57 am (UTC)The sounds of the knife catching on the wood and slicing it away , chip by chip were probably very quiet, but each one caught Zuko’s ears. He stared at his absent leg, and not at the boy sitting next to him, or the man carving the foot of Zuko’s new leg.
He held his hand full of fire high, to light up the little metal room in the ship’s hold, and it pulsed with his breath. Shavings of wood fell to the floor. He wondered how often the mechanist made his own inventions, and if when he didn’t, he felt like he had to share.
Diagram on his knees, Teo’s own knife sliced skillfully through the wood of his own block of wood, teasing the rough shape of a leg out of it. Zuko swallowed. “Is... is this what you want to do? What your dad does?”
“What, invent things? Yeah, of course!” Teo’s hand with the knife jabbed into the air enthusiastically, and Zuko leaned away.
Zuko looked down again. Most kids wanted to be like their dads when they grew up.