It sounded like fun. And I love the song. Which I don't own, as much as I don't own Avatar.
Two young people, without a thing
Pakku and Kana stared at one another. The sounds of their fathers' putting the finished touches on their arranged marriage was drowned out by the rush of blood and white noise they both felt.
Pakku was astounded - something rare for the sixteen year old Water Bender. Kana? The girl-next-door Kana, whose pigtails he used to pull when she was four and he six? His future bride?
He was certain his father had made a mistake. Maybe Kana had a sister...whom he had never heard of before...
Kana was shocked - another thing rare for the young, fourteen year old Water Tribe girl. Pakku? The same Pakku who had once eaten a razor-birds' eggs when she told him it was to dangerous to get up to it's nest? Her soon-to-be husband?
She knew her father had to be insane. Perhaps Pakku had a mysterious cousin...who was just - hiding...
When their big day came - he was twenty by then, and still as smug as ever, just as she was eighteen and proud as a mama tiger-seal - she was not a blushing bride. He wasn't a nervous groom. Their parents were baffled and annoyed - it was tradition to be nervous!
The wedding itself was small; close family, a few friends. Mostly Kana's, though nobody was surprised by this - least of all Pakku.
Her dowry was small - almost nonexistent. A few chicken-dogs, her clothes, some dishes. Two gold coins.
Neither cared. Married life was, surprisingly, not so bad once you got used to it. And they were used to having little to live off of - a thing which stayed the same when Kana arrived at the outskirts of the Southern Water Tribe one early winter morning.
When asked what her father had given her for dowry, Kana unclasped the exquisitely carved necklace and placed it in her dark haired daughters' hands.
It wasn't much, true.
But it was full of enough love to span sixty years. Another sixty would be nothing.