CariaufSafari

To You I Belong Sokka pulled at the collar of his formal water tribe robes.  The only thing he ever liked about these parties was the seemingly infinite supply of food.  Blubbered seal jerky, stewed sea prunes, steamed snow crab, roasted polar leopard, even braised hippocow – the feast was endless. It was the fourth time he'd been to one of these anniversary parties, but he knew he'd never get used to them.  All anyone wanted to do was talk about the war, while all he wanted to do was forget it – especially that last awful, terrifying day... "So, how have you been, Sokka?" Sokka turned to Chief Arno