Katara has always loved the sunrise. Ever since she could remember, she loved it.
The first sign of light seen through the darkness from beneath the horizon. The ocean and the snow of Katara's homeland sparkled. It was absolutely beautiful. No words could describe its magnificence.
Sunrise didn't happen very often in the South Pole. Perhaps, that was one of the reasons why Katara loved it so much. Whenever ssunrise would approach, she would always take a moment to watch. No matter what she was doing nor what time it was.
Whenever she saw it, her eyes would light up, and her heart would soar, a big smile would appear on her face. Then she would have to get back to doing her chores, excited for the next sunrise to appear.
People have asked her what she loved about the sunrise and why she loved it so much. It's her favourite colour, she used to say, and it's the only time I get to see it.
She was a little girl when she first said that, when the villagers started to become curious about her, in their opinions, odd fascination with the sunrise. That answer only made them more confused. None of them really understood. Not even her Sokka, and he was her brother. The one who knew her the most aside from her mother. Eventually, whenever she was asked that question, her answer would simply be it's pretty.
The fact was, the sunrise was her favourite colour. It was the prettiest colour she had ever laid eyes on. Never mind that the sunrise itself wasn't an actual colour. There was nothing else like it. Of course, Katara also has never been outside her village in the South Pole where everything is mostly white or blue, and the occasional browns of wood and animal skins. The closest to the colour sunrise she had ever seen was the colour of the fire, and yet even that was too different.
As far as Katara knew, there really was nothing else like her favourite colour, like sunrise.
Until there suddenly was.
The Fire Nation ship loomed over the village and crashed through the ice and that flimsy wall of theirs. Then he came down, marching with purpose. He easily defeated Sokka, the lone warrior of their village.
Suddenly he was upon them, standing there with helmeted soldiers behind him. It wasn't the scar that she first noticed about him, or even the scowl in his face.
His eyes.
It was the exact same colour of the sunrise.