The Song of My People

The darkness of the rainy day would facilitate the late sleeping in of the dark colored boy. His round form lay curled in his personal room that his mom had made for him. Already he stored a couple of fun trinkets he had found while exploring the Empire’s territory. A small tarnished figure of a dragon lay on its side at the wall near the entrance to his space. Even though the dragon tapestry in the castle had scared him Iroh was fascinated with the depictions of the beasts. He had been thrilled to find the figurine to take back to the den with him.

He’d found a few odd pieces of not-leather in the castle as well, and the bright purple fabric was soft enough Iroh deemed it perfect for his den. He lay on a corner of his as Kasdeya shifted into the connecting common room and called out for him. A few very long moments passed before the chunky boy’s bright blue and lavender eyes opened.

A large yawn rolled out of his mouth as his barrel like body similarly rolled onto his paws. He lifted one to rub his eyes sleepily before slipping from his space to the one his mother occupied. He didn’t hesitate to approach her and offer his good morning affections. He yawned again as he rubbed against her foreleg and press his head against her shoulder lovingly.

”G’morning, mom.” Iroh muttered sleepily as he closed his eyes in contentment.