I'm a Zutarian(: That being said, I'm working on a huge project. I'm still figuring out the fine details, so it may be a while before I post it. This (Learning to See) may become a place for my drabble dumping grounds. They may be in chronological order, loosely tied to each chapter, or they may be stand-alones.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender.

The glow from the fire felt warm on her skin.

It was strange how something so chaotic dangerous, like him could be controlled in the palm of one's hand. It didn't seem natural like water, but that was her and the two of them couldn't be more different.

Zuko and Aang had begun their firebending when they got back from meeting the Sun Warriors. Now that Zuko approved of Aang's breathing, he gave the okay to move onto the next step: controlling the flames.

'It was so neat, Katara! There was a dance we learned, and the dragons were huge, and-'

'That's nice, Aang.'

He looked down at her from where he was perched on top of a stone wall, his smile faltering at her words. She would've been worried at how close he was to the edge if he was anybody else. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back, brighter and wider than before.

'Are you going to watch?'

'Of course.'

She didn't want to be anywhere near his flames, but it wouldn't help Aang if she wasn't looking out for him. She had to make sure Zuko wouldn't try anything funny.

She was proven wrong. Now that she sat on the edge of the fountain, one hand submerged because one could never be too careful, she saw. And as much as she wanted to deny it, fire was beautiful.

The two boys began their dance as she watched. Aang seemed to embody the light flicker of a candle, soft and quick. His was all innocence and memory of a lost race while the other...

Zuko was the embodiment of flame. His fire was the color of sunset on the icecaps, and his grace was like a serpent. She wondered why she never noticed it before, but he seemed to be in a dance with his own fire. She was so involved in the two boys that she didn't even notice when she brought her own hand out of the water and propped her head up.

Nor did she notice when the sun went down and the only light came from the moon and fire. Soon everyone in the camp gathered to watch the boys. And as Katara sat at the fountain, watching seeing the fire and Aang's smile, she began to understand.

The two of them couldn't be more than different, but there was a beauty in difference.

At least, as far as fire and water went. As for him, well...she couldn't trust him.

She wouldn't make that mistake again.