Solis and Luna;
or
The Cold Sun
Dedicated to those who have inspired me. The rare gems I have found in the endless sea of bad writing. To my dear friends crazycorgilady, hopefal, and to my inspirations Lady Flick, and Suicidal Butterfly and to my lj mates- thank you.
Please enjoy. (P.S. As a side note because I'm insane; I wanted to name this "La's other Lover"... but I felt that might be a bit controversial... and besides the point of the plot. Funny though no?)
Also: Disclaimer
Chapter 1: A New Day
The cold sun was just behind the soft turquoise of dawn. The ice in the Southern water tribe glowed iridescently, as the blue of the water becoming more reflective of the metamorphosis in the sky. A pale imprint of the moon hung suspended, waiting to face the sun alone, as the other celestial body claimed dominion. Kataras eyes watched as the moon still refused to leave the sky as the tendrils of light seeped into the encampment of sleeping people. A soft smile graced the young woman's lips as she pictured Yue facing off the sun, and she sent a small prayer of thanks to the spirit.
The Southern Water Tribe was glorious in the pre-dawn light. The size that the earthen glacier town had achieved over the last year and a half was invigorating to the water people's spirit.
The sister water tribes had experienced the largest migration of people in the last two hundred years. Northern water benders, and ordinary civilians looking to start anew flocked to the South Pole.
The small cluster of gers were no longer lopsided tents and malformed igloos. Ice shelters and communal tents had been erected atop of a plateau of raised ice. Toph actually had a hand in the construction, condensing the rocks and tundra dirt into something that was agriculturally workable. She and Sokka had borne the idea of a terrarium, and the green glass of their creation twinkled and shimmered as light caught the edges.
Katara was filled with pride at the sight of her peoples blossoming home, but a dull sense of loneliness akin to homesickness lingered. She missed her traveling companions-Aang most especially.
His companionship was something she missed, but was more than often confused about. He had gone on to visit dignitaries, answer to problems that had arisen with the factions of left over armies, and visit places in need of the Avatars repairing hand. She had not seen him in two months.
There was enmity still left in the world, and some were still unwilling to let go of blood feuds and past transgressions. Old wounds would not soon heal. Governments were being forced to reconstruct themselves and in some places fight off internal battles.
Toph lived in the Earth kingdom, not as a Bei Fong noble, but as one of the leading reconstructive minds guiding the people back to their former glory. Her upbringing, her status, and her power as an earthbender, were made even more formidable as she accompanied King Boomi in hammering out issues that still plagued the Earth Kingdom.
Katara hadn't heard from Zuko in quite some time. A feeling of warmth overcame her as she recalled the "Fire Lord", or as Toph would say "Your Sputtering Sparkyness". The letters he had sent earlier in the year were full of his likes and dislikes of the court, his inquiries of how the Water tribes were being built and the like. She was giddy every time she had spotted a ship on the horizon, and was the first one to greet the envoys and the messengers. In his last letter over eight weeks ago, he had written frustrated. His lines were dark and impatient, as they always were when he was emotionally upset, and it was one of the longer letters that he had written. He had seethed about girls and their capricious ways, and he had asked if the invitation still stood to have him visit the South Pole, raging against the confines of court and the restrictions and rules he had to follow, those especially set by Mai, whom he was fighting with.
Katara giggled, unconsciously placing a hand to her mouth as she pictured the unseemly couple and the scene that they must cause in the palace regularly horrifying the structured and reserved members of the court. Soon after her imagery a wave of sadness overcame her. She had a feeling that he hadn't responded to the last of her letters because of strife between he and Mai. She hadn't truly known or met the sour faced girl, other than fighting her. She had only met her cordially at the large parties that Aang threw, and at Zukos coronation. She didn't want to say she disliked her, she did help Zuko out in the end, but she didn't like her either.
Katara shook her head, trying to rid her thoughts of Mai and Zuko. She'd pondered their relationship, and the reason for it many times and felt that she needed to move off the subject and actually go out and travel the world again. It wasn't like the Southern Water Tribe was in want of prestigious leaders. They did have their War Hero Chieftain after all, and he was the one who was in charge of most things. Unless he decided he wanted to pawn some duty off on Katara or Sokka to make time for the 'lost art' of dive fishing.
Katara was then suddenly alert. 'Speaking of Sokka…'
Katara focused in on the marina where they kept the boats for long distance travel and listened intently for the sound of feet crunching against snow before she launched her self out of her discreet overlook.
Sokka and Suki were planning a getaway, the only problem was that Hakoda had said no. He wanted Sokka to stay in the Water Tribe until he was ready to be chieftain. Katara had then had the idea planted in her head, and her thoughts were filled with visiting and seeing people rebuilt. This time around never having to hide in barns or in forests and places where she could take baths and…she sighed happily. Traveling all over the world was great, amazing, but it was even better with the perks of comfort.
She could just smell the tea from here.
Of course it all depended on being a stowaway on Sokkas 'borrowed' boat.
That is… if he was taking a boat. From here at least. He could have some other weird eccentric device planned, and that was going to be a risk.
Katara pressed her self into the shadows of the marina docks and waited for the two lovers to make an appearance.
My friend asked me what a ger was. Look it up. Genghis Khan used it and he was B.A. So go and use one.