a drop

[breezing]

Hey, guys! It's Lucy here. Anyway, it's been a while coming (I admittedly had to scramble for the past two AC checks, which isn't kosher) but after two years in the game I'm going to be dropping Ikki - and thus Luceti as well. This was the absolute best place - and the absolute best cast! - that I could have picked as a starter to Dreamwidth (since this was my first Dreamwidth rp) and I will never regret doing so, and I'll miss you all a lot, but.

If you would like a letter from Ikki, comment here letting me know and I'll see to it - you may also get willed one of her "treasures", depending. Soren, for his part, is going to go to Raven due to Raven's strong CR with both Ikki and Soren.

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If there are any ongoing threads of ours that you would like continued to finish, please let me know which ones those are and I'll make sure to see to that as well.

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[markofthebrave]

Lucy, losing Ikki is bad but losing you is worse. ;; You are a sweetheart and a joy to RP with and I have loved stalking every bit of Ikki's Luceti interactions. I wish you all the best and may your life be a victorious one.

If you would like to write a letter for Katara from Ikki, go right ahead. If it is too much, just let me know and I will handwave all the things. [/hug]

[breezing]

[ Since Aang and Katara would be handling letter distribution after finding them, and item distribution, Katara would know she has been willed a small pink teapot with swirling designs in red, yellow, and black. There are a lot of the air nomad swirlies, but also lots of flowers. It's hand-painted, part of a do-it-yourself decoration gift from Chouji for Ikki's 2013 birthday. She also gets the treasure box they got together, a long time ago. And a drawing of everyone in ATLA house, together. The letter itself for Katara is on the same cutesy flower stationary everyone else got theirs on, with drawings in the margins as her attention wandered. ]

Katara,

The flowers all came up, just like you said they would. I'm writing this from my desk. From my desk, if I sit right, I can see them outside my window. I think it's good we planted them there. They'll go away soon, until they bloom again next year, but ever since they came up I've been able to lean outside in the mornings to see them. I've been watering them carefully, too. So they're okay. And weeding.

I guess people don't like weeding, but I don't mind it. We used to do chores at home, like we do here. I told you once we grew almost all our own food in greenhouses at the island, right? Or maybe I didn't. You didn't ask a lot about home, and I've gotten better at not saying. But either way, that's what we did. Sometimes we'd have to help with the weeding. I never actually minded it, although I liked playing better. But working with the other air nomads and Jinora and Meelo and everyone wasn't bad. Although Meelo pulled a few plants instead of weeds.

I did that once, on accident, but I never made the same mistake twice about weeds and plants. Not that one, anyway.

Thanks for planting those with me, Katara. I've said that before, but I still want to say it again.

These are supposed to be goodbye letters, but I'm still bad at them. It's partly because I dunno how to say goodbye except just saying it, but that doesn't feel right. But it's partly just that I don't want to say goodbye. Even though you're one of the only people who will be there if I go back to that place, at least some version of you. It won't be you-you. Like I won't be me-me.

I think I get why that makes you sad, now. I don't want to give up these parts of me, ever. The me who's best friends with Soren and who's the best airbending student in Luceti. Who eats lunch with Raven and leads the Art Club and gardens with you. Going home doesn't just mean going home, does it? It means giving up everything else, too, or that's what we're always told, and what we know.

I don't want to think that I'll give these things up if I ever go home. I want to think I won't mind fractions any longer, and I'll have all the skills I got here, or at least I'll still be changed the way all of you changed me. I learned not to say the first thing to come to mind. I have, really! Sometimes it's still hard, and sometimes it's impossible, but I think I'm better at it. I didn't tell Uncle Sokka a single thing about his future.

I'm sorry I told you about yours, what I did, if that hurt you. I think I get it now.

But let me tell you about your future in a way that won't hurt. I'm going to be a fortune teller. Your future holds watering the flowers with me after you get up. We'll eat breakfast Grandpa made and I'll ask you to go on a picnic with me, and even though you're busy, I think you'll say yes, so we will go on one. And I'll ask you to tell me a story and you will.

I guess if you're reading this now, it's your past. But as I'm writing it, it's your future.

I think that sort of future is a nice thing. I want to have lots of future times with you and everyone. I don't really mind what we do. I like every day in this house, the house Uncle Sokka made for us, and I don't want them to end. Even so, I miss Air Temple Island and my parents and my siblings. I don't think either place is any less home. I don't know what I'd do if someone gave me a choice of going or staying.

I think the best answer is if we make a brand new world. With doors. I wrote about this a little bit ago, in another letter. We all go home, and then we build magical doors of rainbows and starlight and hope. And then when we open them, we can step through into another world, someone else's world, or someone else's time. And then we can all stay together even as we all go home. No one would have to leave anyone else ever again.

But I guess people do leave, even if they go home. If I go home, I'm going back to my family and the island, and I know I'll be okay. But I think my heart will miss everyone here. Or I know it will. I wonder how that works, but I don't really want to find out.

I said I'm bad at these letters, and I am. Sorry, Katara.

I love you like a tree and not a flower. I guess that doesn't make sense except that flowers go away, for a little while every year. I think you've always been a tree. When I'm around you, I feel like I have roots and won't blow away. I've never minded blowing away, but I think having roots is good, too.

I'll remember about rainstorms on the window. Even if I forget, you'll tell it to me again.

Love,

Ikki