A/N: For MorllyberNo.1


Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.

Kataang


She remembers the first time she experienced rain outside the Southern Water Tribe.

She had seen snow falling from the sky before, of course, but this, she had never seen anything like this. This rain was gentle, a light mist. The water droplets clung to her hair, to her clothes. It seemed to make the earth a deeper, richer shade of brown, it brought out the jade green of the leaves in the trees around her.

It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.

And, just like that, she didn't want it. She wanted home – nice, safe, comforting home.

She had broken down. Collapsed onto her knees, fingers digging into the damp earth, and cried.

Aang had found her like that. He knelt beside her, held her until her sobs subsided. She had looked up at him, bleary eyed, and he smiled gently to her. He had pulled his shoes off, asked her to do the same. Confused, she had complied.

Dirt clung to her bare feet, like the water clung to her. She could feel it in-between her toes, and it was a wonderful feeling. They walked, and when she looked over her shoulder, she could see their footprints. Aang had lead them to a clearing, turned to face her.

He held out his hand, asking her to dance. Confused again, she said yes.

She had never quite gotten the expression 'dancing in the rain' until then. By the end of it, she was laughing.


A/N: So I'm spitting these out like they're stewed sea prunes...