The moon hangs high in the sky above her, and Katara knows if she doesn't go back soon her family will worry. iI will,/i she promises herself, all she wants is a little more time by the river. It always comforts her to be near the water, second to her mother's embrace the water is one thing that makes her feel like everything's going to always be all right.
Katara lets her hands hover just above the water, trying to feel its vibrations. The river seems to vibrate when the moonlight hits it, and she smiles at the sight. It's alive, just like her...moonlight and water, the moon and the ocean, always together. Just like the stories Mother tells her at night.
She pulls her hands away, and to her surprise the water rises with them. Katara's heart skips a beat, her eyes close, and she concentrates harder. Hands directly above the water, moving slowly upward...when she opens her eyes, the water jumps from the river into her outstretched palms.
I...I did it! The water dances briefly in her hands for a moment before it falls back into the river, but Katara isn't disappointed. She did it once, and she can do it again.
"Mom, Dad! Sokka! Guess what!" she cries as she rushes back to their igloo. She glances back towards the river, and the glow from the moon's reflection seems to smile at her.