Sokka tilts his head to examine the sigil when it falls and, after a short glance to make sure he won't get flailed at for doing it, reaches to pick it up and examine it. "Poetry was never really a lesson I got around to, no," he replies, a little intrigued and a lot amused. "Is that something you do a lot? Haikus?

"...and swords? ...Explain how those are connected first."