Authors Note: I know, I should be desperately working on my other stories, but this came to mind, and I didn't want to lose it, it was so good!!! It's kind of a Tale of Ba sing se type thing between four different benders looking for a piece of home in a new place. First one up is…. You'll have to see.
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender. Mike and Bryan do. I DO own this lullaby, because I made it up.
I know the chapter is really short, but please bear with me.
She walked through the dusty and sullen streets of the lower tier, not really watching where she was going. All she knew was she needed some piece without and quiet, which she could never find a moment of lately. Especially with Aang, Toph, Momo, and Sokka all on her back.
Don't get her wrong, she loved them and all, but some times it just got too tiring. She longed for the peace of home, the drifting flakes of snow, and the gently rustling water. Her Gran Gran's special mug of moon flower tea, the smell of fish being cooked over a fir, and the beautiful glow of the moon as it drifted over glistening ice. The simple, small things that made life wonderful at home and clearly, she had now realized, she took for granted.
"I wish I was home," she whispered, her voice full of sorrow and longing. "I just want something, if only a memory." For some reason though, she couldn't bring herself to recall one, for she knew she would then start to cry.
She looked up to realize she had walked into a local park and heard a sound from under a great peach blossom tree.
Water Drifter, Water drifter, don't be afraid.
She couldn't believe it. A water tribe song, all the way here in the lower tiers of Ba sing se! She rushed over, pushing through the small crowd of people who had gathered around to watch the dose of entertainment.
Come into my arms from the storm, and the fray.
There was a young girl, probably only a year or two older then her with the skin of the water tribe, a mocha color that went well with her soft brown hair that flowed down her back. Her eyes though told her she must have not been entirely water tribe. She had golden eyes… golden eyes that seemed eerily familiar. She wore a simple earth kingdom green and yellow dress. She was the one singing, her voice a lovely melody.
Two boys beside her played instruments. A boy with pale skin that went well with his sea foam eyes and black hair, while the other had light caramel skin with dark blue eyes and a mess of jet black hair. Both wearing earth kingdom green, the pale boy played a flute, while the other a stringed instrument she believed was native to the surrounding islands called a guitar.
Water drifter, water drifter, come into my home.
Her eyes filled with tears that spilled over her face, a trembling smile gracing her lips. The girls voice reminded her of her mother's, who had sang this exact same lullaby to her at night before she went to bed to dream of penguin sliding.
Where you will be loved, by family and friends, come into my home.
She remembered snow that would drift around their tents and igloos as she snuggled up inside, sitting on her mother's lap while Sokka sat on their father's. Both too young and innocent to realize what was happening in the outside world. Not understanding that at any moment they could lose the ones dearest to them. Not realizing that in just a short amount of time, their perfect world would shatter and they would soon have to grow up way to fast.
Water drifter, water drifter, don't be afraid. You are safe from the cold touch of snow.
But for once, Katara felt content, at ease. A cool wind blew her hair so her braid gently rippled behind her. She also realized a piece of home would always be with her. Always there to smile and say, you're home. She also had friends, and a new family she would always strive to protect.
You are not alone.
