Ch. 1
Katara POV
I wandered through the market with Aang and Sokka trailing behind me.
"I'm hungry. I'm tired. I'm bored. I'm thirsty. I'm-"
"Just SHUT UP SOKKA!" I yelled.
Aang emitted a tiny giggle, but shut up as soon as my piercing glare turned on him.
"But I'm-" Sokka began.
I breathed deeply trying to resist the urge to use my water to slap him across the face. "Sokka. How 'bout you and Aang go grab a snack while I finish shopping? I can't concentrate on what we need with you complaining in my ear all the time." I pulled out two coins.
Sokka greedily grabbed both, but blushed as Aang and I stared at him. "What? Meat cakes are two coins!"
I rolled my eyes, pulled out another coin and handed it to Aang.
"Go on. I'll meet up with you two back at camp," I shooed them away.
"Bye Katara!" Aang called over his shoulder. Sokka was too focused on finding a meat vendor to say bye. That boy's brain is ruled by his stomach.
Sheesh.
I picked my way through the market, picking up fruits, vegetables, and of course, meat. I came to a spice vendor. Tomorrow was Sokka's birthday and I wanted to make him a special meal. I searched for the spices I needed.
"Need help finding what you need?" asked the kind looking vendor.
I looked up in surprise at the vendor's startlingly gold eyes. "No, I found what I need," I said quickly. I payed for the spices and walked away.
On second glance, the vendor's eyes were a Earthy hue of hazel. I sighed. Ever since Jet, I had become very suspicious of everyone. I didn't want to be taken by surprise again. I passed by a flower cart, examining a beautiful white lotus. I picked it up and sniffed it's lovely fragrance.
"Ah, you have wonderful taste, miss," said the smiling owner of the cart. He was an elderly man. Next to him appeared to be his grand daughter, a young girl of about five. He whispered into her ear and she grinned at him. Looking up at me with beautiful green eyes, she grinned at me with a missing front tooth.
"That flower is one coin," she stated firmly in her adorable little voice. I couldn't help but smile.
I crouched down to her level. "Thank you for telling me. Here you go," I said as I handed her a coin. She beamed at me and skipped back to her grandpa and handed him the coin. He smiled and ruffled her caramel hair as he put the coin into his pocket. He smiled at me as well, but his eyes turned cold as he looked past me.
"You. Old man. How much for the white lotus?" a deep voice demanded behind me.
I knew that voice...