You're From The Isle If Anybody Asks

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First Awareness

Those used to this by now probably knew what it meant when they felt their magic return for a moment. For the rest, suddenly their powers were back. Just for a few minutes, but a lot could be done in a few minutes. If the person even noticed their powers were back, that is.

Of course those on the shore might have seen the hazy indistinct shape through the barrier coming closer, might have seen the moment the hole in the barrier opened. Might have seen King Ben leading people down a gangplank through the barrier with crates of supplies....

Unions, Re And Otherwise

Once the supplies were unloaded, the barrier was sealed up again. King Ben seemed to be in charge during the unloading, Once the barrier was closed again, by the green magic streaming from the Queen's finger, it was Mal who seemed to be in charge.

"Alright, listen up. We have 2 hours and the clock is ticking. I'm not FG but we're keeping to a deadline anyway. If you want to come to Auradon or know someone you want us to bring back, you have 2 hours to convince us. You and everyone else, sharing the same 2 hours. Along with anyone who has a supply request for our next visit, or updates. Those of you bringing supplies to the school, time to get cracking. Two hours passes faster than midnight at the ball."

Those Who Left

(Please TL Here for boat and Auradon Shenanigans. TY)

Those What Remain

Once those going back to Auradon had left and the barrier was back in place, it was for those who remained on the Isle to sort the supplies and figure out how to get done everything that needed to be done with the people that remained.

Comments

[awkward_turtleduck]

First Awareness

Zuko had felt his inner flame flicker to life the instant the barrier weakened, of course he had. He took a long, measured breath, and when he exhaled flames licked from his mouth. He finally felt the chill that had settled in his bones begin to dissipate. The frost that clung to the ground around where he was working sizzled and steamed into the air. He took another breath and coiled a fist back, gathered heat in his palm, and struck out towards the wall of dark vines in front of him. Only for the small rekindled light behind his lungs to snuff out again as suddenly as it had appeared. A faint whisper of smoke curled from the end of his punch, but not even a single spark remained.

He cursed loudly, with all the heat that was once again missing from his body. Well, attempted to, what actually spit from his lips was the same tumble of nonsense as had every other time he'd tried to curse here. He threw a fist out again, this time letting his knuckles make contact with the thorny branches. He dropped his hands to his side, skin now torn and raw, he was breathing heavily, rage and frustration simmering under his skin where his flames should be.

If anyone had seen Zuko's fit on the path down to the shore, it would probably be fair of them to steer clear of him, though perhaps they'd change their minds upon seeing the blood dripping from his hand?