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The first light of dawn bleeds over the skeleton of the nascent Republic City, where the scent of wet stone and construction dust clings to the air around the rising Air Temple. Two years have passed since the war's end; peace has arrived, though it remains a fragile, trembling thing. Inside the temporary living quarters, the morning is a whirlwind of noise. Sokka, brandishing a massive, ink-stained schedule like a weapon, is shouting for everyone's attention. Toph is a picture of serenity, sprawled lazily against Appa’s thick fur, ignoring the chaos entirely. Katara bursts through the door, breathless and flushed, her hair flowing wild and loose in her haste, only to collide with Sokka’s sharp, accusatory gaze.