Posting

"This is a lovely picture. Who is she?" Gyatso asked his charge.

"Just a drawing." Aang exhaled half heartedly.

"Well that's a beautiful girl. I would think it was someone you've met."

"Naw, I'm not that lucky. I guess she was just in the back of my head."

"Speaking of heads-"

Aang turned around in his chair and tilted his head at his guardian "Real smooth Gyatso. I know, I'll shave it, just…let me have a week or two more. I kind of like having hair."

The old man smiled "So I see. Well, you don't have to be in the South Pole for another month, so I suppose its fine until then."

"Yeah, I know, I 'have to look presentable when I start my Avatar duties." he exhaled and turned back around "Roku had hair…lots of it." he mumbled.

"But Roku was not an Air Nomad. He also wasn't a teenager when he finished his training. You need people to understand the you take your position seriously."

"A position I never signed up for."

"It's true," Gyatso said as his hand landed gently on the boy he'd raised shoulder "you never asked to be the Avatar, but you have to accept that it is what you are. Just as much as you're a talented artist, a genius, and the most caring young man I've ever met."

Aang held his head down to hide his smile "I understand Gyatso."

"Good. Then I'll leave you to your drawing." he turned to leave, but he stopped at the door "Oh, and your guest has been looking for you…apparently you've been hiding from him all day."

"Argh" Aang scratched his head in frustration "He's a pain. He still insists on practicing almost all day even though he said I've mastered fire bending. I'm going to lose my mind dealing with him. When is he going home?"

Gyatso laughed "You chose him to teach you."

Can I come in?" a comforting voice said from her door.

"Yeah Dad." Katara answered, closing her laptop.

"Rough day with the kids?" Hakoda asked his only daughter.

"No, they were really good today. They're excited about the performance next month."

"Good, that's good." he said as he crossed over and sat on the foot of her bed "How was class?"

"Good," she answered sitting up and turning to him, "I got an A on my paper."

"Of course you did." he said with a proud smile "So if school is good and your students are good, then can I assume it's boy trouble?"

She threw her hands to her face and fell back on the bed "Dad, really. Must we talk about this?"

I don't like to see you upset. Is it Hasook again?" she shook her head "Well, it's just my opinion, but I think you should give the guy a chance. He seems nice. Go out with him, he may just surprise you."

"Dad," she sat back up "I…Hasook is an ass." Hakoda's eyes stretched because he'd never heard his daughter curse, but he also fought back a laugh "He chauvinistic and barbaric and the only reason he's showing any interest in me is because I'm your daughter. He doesn't care about me." she held her head down and said in a whisper "Nobody wants me. I'm just the weird girl who writes stuff. I'm Sokka's sister, Hakoda's daughter, Kanna's granddaughter." she looked up to see her father was looking at her with sad eyes "I just want someone who sees Katara, that's all. I don't think that's too much to ask for."

"It's not too much. It's the very least you deserve. And you are not just the girl who writes stuff. You're an awesome writer, an A+ student, a loving teacher and the best water bender anyone has seen in generations.' he reached over and pulled his daughter into his arms "You are the best daughter I could ever ask for and you deserve nothing but the best. Any man who doesn't see you for who you are doesn't deserve to know your name."

She smiled against her chest "Thanks Dad."

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were hiding from me." Zuko said, crossing his arms as he walked into Aang's room.

"Hmm, guess you don't know better." the younger man said as he swiveled back and forth in his chair "Before you start: no, I don't want to exercise, no, I don't want to spar, and no, I don't want to practice forms." he slumped over and looked at his friend "You said I mastered fire bending two weeks ago. Are you ever going to get off my back?"

Zuko leaned against the door jam "Just because you master something does not mean there is no room for improvement."

Aang raised a brow at Zuko "Well hello Fire Lord Iroh. When did you arrive? Would you like some tea?"

"Real cute Aang. I didn't come to ask you about practice, I came to see if you wanted to hang out…catch a movie or something."

"What's playing?"

"I heard that adaptation if that TV show was pretty good." Aang looked at Zuko with disgust "Oh, I'm sorry. I mentioned 'he who shall not be named."

"Yeah. I think I'll pass on that. Besides, I have some new stuff I want to scan and upload."

"You're still using a screen name, right."

Aang rolled his eyes "Yes Zuko. No one can know the Avatar is posting on a blogging site. I know. The only ones who know who I am are you and Toph."

"Yeah, I meant to ask you about that. What's a blind girl doing on an art site?" Aang pursed his lips and looked at Zuko "I don't mean anything by it, but how can she enjoy it?"

"It's not just art. There's stories and chatting and all that. She has all this fancy equipment that reads everything correctly and a Braille typewriter." He slid the first drawing in the scanner "She's a cool girl, you really should meet her."

"A Beifong? I heard about them, no thanks."

Aang clicked the scan button "Said the Prince and third in line for the Fire Nation crown."

"Whatever." Zuko said as he picked up Aang's most recent sketch "But if this is her, I might reconsider."

The air bender looked at his friend "No, that's not her." he sighed as he took the picture out of Zuko's hand "She just ...kind of popped into my head."

"I wish girls like that would just pop into my head."

Aang laughed "As if you need something else in your spank bank."

"Hey I don't-" he started to protest, but he saw the smirk on Aang's face "Okay, not that often. You don't understand, it's been rough since Mai broke up with me. It's hard to go from feast to starvation."

"Shit, some of us are always starving." Aang mumbled and Zuko laughed as the former logged onto his blog. He uploaded the new pictures and started scrolling through his newsfeed while Zuko sat on his bed and started throwing his baseball into the air over and over again. A reblog from Toph caught his attention.:

He was tall and thin, but well muscled. A prodigy, he mastered air bending and received his arrows at an early age, embarking on further studied with the monks.

He read on, it was like this person was writing about him. He clicked on the source and ended up on the page of TheWaterTribeGirl. He decided to leave her a message.

"I can't believe you reblogged that." Katara said into her headset.

"Cause it was good, and besides, it sounds like this kid I know. I want him to see it."

Katara saw the message alert pop up on her screen "His name wouldn't happen to be CrazyAir, would it."

"Yep, that's the nutcase, did he 'like' it?"

"No, he sent me a message."

Toph popped up in her chair "Open it! What does it say?"

Katara rolled her eyes and opened the message, she laughed "Well, he's a brazen one."

"What does it say?" Toph asked again, growing impatient.

"It says 'Hey, I see you're writing about me. Do I know you, or have I been dancing through your dreams?"