Here are the next four drabbles in my Kataang drabble series. Enjoy. Written for the Kataang War Rooms at Distant Horizons.
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Children
It was times like these that reminded them they were still kids at heart, that he was still the kid who to be carefree and without worries and that she was the little homebody that cherished each and every moment spent with her loved ones. She giggled and laughed as she flew threw the air, courtesy of her best friend.
"Higher!" she shouted, not exactly satisfied on how high the swing was going.
"If you go any higher the swing will turn over," he protested. To his astonishment she jumped off and landed in the soft dirt, still smiling from her high-flying ride. He dashed over to where she was, bending down and pulling her up.
"Are you okay?" he asked her. She nodded and skipped over to where the swing was, sitting on it and pumping her legs again to get it moving. He shook his head and grinned, getting ready to push her higher.
Off a few hundred feet, her brother shook his head and rolled his head, a faint "Children" muttered under his breath.
Spring
It was the newness of the season that brought everything back to life- the ground was once again carpeted with the green blades of grass, the animals came out of hibernation, the sun decided to warm the earth. He beamed under its golden glow and turned to face her.
If his reddened face was any indication, spring had once again worked its magic, this time on his emotions. Whether the springtime was making his feelings skyrocket or if it was another round of them didn't matter; what did was that he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
"Aang?" she said. He blushed deeper, it not taking more than a few seconds to realize that he had gotten caught staring. "Are you okay?"
He nodded and smiled, quickly turning around to prevent her from seeing his heated face. Willing his heart to stop, the young Avatar stepped away, needing to go over his thoughts. She watched him go and sighed, going back to her needlework.
Little did he know that spring was messing with her, too.
School
"Position your hands like this," she once said, coming behind him and correcting his stance. He had gotten it on the first try, once again amazing her with his skill.
"You need to feel the water," he told her, watching as she pushed and pulled the stream with her hands. She was determined to learn and master the move, and that made him admire her even more.
Now he performed in front of her, she correcting him every so often and praising him when he got it right. She stopped him and repeated the moves, him observing each twist and turn intently, enjoying both how she moved and how the water obeyed her. He did it again and she watched him, secretly loving how he became one with the water.
They did it together, a simple duet that reminded them that training in waterbending was never school.
Necklace
He sat there on Appa, the camp fire lighting his face as he carved the wood. The small circular pendant glowed in the dim light, soft shavings of wood falling into the bison's fur as he made the pattern into it.
Taking a break, he airbended himself off of Appa and put away the knife, safely tucking it into his pack. He tiptoed over to where she was and gazed upon her chocolate face before glancing down on the partially-finished necklace. He sighed as he clenched it in his fist.
"Maybe one day I'll actually give it to you."
