VALOR || SOKKA

TWO || MORALITY

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She had no ties to the palace any longer. There was no love for her there. In the streets she was still regarded as the people's princess. The crown princess that the people deserved. Naomi didn't care much for such niceties. The word of the people meant nothing to the palace. Besides it was her father that passed on the throne. He wanted so desperately to protect his last child.

They didn't know about her lack of bending though. No one outside of the palace walls was aware. It would be seen as a weakness that the royal family wouldn't handle. A tarnish to their pristine image. Naomi was unable to even light a small flame in her palm. So she continued to hold her sword as comfort. She found solace in the steel. It provided her the knowledge that she wasn't completely weak.

Naomi kneels before her prized sword. Forged from the finest metals she could find and refined by her Master. Her mood was static as she gently polished away any of its impurities that may have appeared during her battles and training. Her mind clear of any distraction. The sole reason she was on this ship was to find the avatar. Yet she couldn't seem to care about that mission.

Until her door slammed open without warning, her younger and angrier cousin stood in the doorway with a certain angered expression. Her eyes glance at Zuko before turning back to her work. "Knocking is common manners Zuko."

The banished prince didn't seem to care about her passive aggressive nature. Even if that wasn't her intent. "We know where the Avatar is. Get your armor on. We'll be arriving at the Southern Water tribe in a few minutes." With that he turned on his heel and slammed her door shut.

Zuko was always one for dramatics. Naomi sighs before finishing her sword and quickly suiting up into her royal armor. It distinguished each level of the fire nation. Regular soldiers had simple armor meant to protect from the brunt of most attacks, Sergeants had slightly less armor with more adornments to show they were above the privates. Then the Lieutenants, Captains, Colonels, and Generals. Off the bat any member of the royal family had more extravagant armor, but when they reached the rank of General like Iroh they usually kept the lower ranking armor to show their loyalty to the army.

Naomi goes to the bridge when she's finished dressing with her sword tucked into its sheath on her hip. It was abnormally quiet. Iroh stood besides Zuko who watched the snowy expanse with a keen eye. She nods to her father before turning to watch the snow loom closer. "I'm going to the deck. I need to catch the Avatar myself. Brace for the impact." As if on cue the snow pact walls are crushed under the weight of the massive ship. Naomi bends her knees slightly to keep her body centered. When it stops Zuko is already rushing to get off board.

Iroh nods towards him, motioning Naomi to follow. She bows slightly before following Zuko into the village. She can see the villagers below from the bow. They were terrified, Naomi recognized the look. She knew she wouldn't need her sword and kept her left thumb over the guard. There were no more waterbenders in the Southern Water Tribe. And if she remembered correctly most of the men were gone as well.

She felt bad. Naomi knew better than anyone how terrible it felt to be away from home, your family. To play a role in a war that you never wanted a part of. Yet everyone had their role to play. No matter if they liked it or not. The somber feeling took hold in her head again. Especially as she overlooked the water tribe. The people were scared, rightfully so.

With a swift movement Naomi follows Zuko off the ship along with fire nation soldiers. A boy in face paint is shaking in his boots at the sight of them. His grip on his weapon falters before he rushes Zuko, the prince simply kicking him out of the way and into the plush snow.