Shorte note: I completely forgot, I own Avatar!!!
And if you believe that, I have some lake front property in the
Sahara Desert that I'd like to sell you.
Shadows in
Silence
Why can't he be more like . . .
She felt like such a traitor. Katara couldn't help but wince a bit as Iroh patiently went over yet another fire bending move with Aang, only to have the young Avatar turn the lesson into yet another game that involved the volatile element. She knew that Aang had gotten better as far as his concentration went as he continued to work on mastering water bending and earth bending, but there were times, like today, where his age became apparent in his lack of interest in the severity of their situation.
She sighed and glanced out of the corner of her eye at the figure who sat so still near the edge of the practice field. Zuko was meditating again, a practice he took part in every time Iroh worked with Aang on his fire bending. Katara had been curious about why he meditated so much, but when she asked Zuko about it all she got in response was a snarl. She had given up on that line of questioning, but quickly put two and two together from snippets of conversation she had overheard between uncle and nephew. Apparently, Zuko was trying to learn to master lightning, but was having a hard time due to the fact that his mind and emotions remained in turmoil. So he was meditating in an effort to come to some sort of peace with himself.
Katara hated to admit it to even herself, but she really did admire the determination and drive that Zuko had exhibited from the very moment they had first run into the exiled prince. When Zuko made up his mind that he was going to accomplish something, he put his entire heart into the endeavor and pursued it with such passion that she knew he would sometimes become blind to the things that surrounded him.
Her attention returned to the lesson when she heard Iroh let out a frustrated laugh as he joined in the game that Aang had created, and once again she couldn't help but wish, in the deepest recesses of her heart, that Aang had just a smidgen of Zuko's drive and dedication. If he had, then she might have been able to sleep easier at night instead of constantly worrying that he wouldn't master the other three elements in time to stop Ozai before Sozen's comet crossed the sky again.
