Happy Whimsical Wenesday! I'm not sure how whimsical this is, but it's a start. I like to think Zuko dances very well. BTW, in this Katara's the Fire Lady.
I don't own ATLA.
Whimsical
It was the first festival Katara had ever been to. The lights and the décor and the food and the fire all overwhelmed her to the point of almost wanting to go back to the Palace.
But she stayed. She knew that night was magical. It was the one holiday that the whole world shared: The Dragon Festival, celebrating the day when dragons gave humans fire.
So Katara had donned her Painted Lady costume and headed out. She hadn't told anyone, not even Zuko, where she was going.
She wandered about the festival, admiring all of the elaborate costumes everyone wore. But there was one person that eluded her. It was clearly a man, dressed in all black except for a blue mask that looked like a spirit. He would look at her, and then walk briskly away.
Katara followed him, until she reached a dancing pavilion. He beckoned fro her to come to him.
She joined him at the edge of the pavilion, unsure. He held out his hand, as if to ask if he could dance with her. She briefly debated in her head, and then took his hand.
He placed on hands on her hips and she hesitated.
"Sorry, I'm married. Do you mind being a little more platonic?"
She could've sworn the man smiled. He shook his head no and placed his hands in hers. They began to waltz.
"So," she began, "do you live around here?"
He nodded.
"What's your name?"
He shook his head.
"You don't want to tell me?"
He nodded.
"Why not?"
He shrugged. Katara shrugged too.
"Okay. Let's just dance."
He nodded again.
So they danced more. Katara sweated and her muscles ached but she had never had more fun in her entire life.
Then she realized something. The feel of his hands…the strength of his arms…it was all very familiar.
She smiled. "Sorry, but I best be getting back home. It's very late, and my husband will be worried. It was fun dancing with you!"
The man bowed quickly then scurried off.
Katara laughed. "See you at home, Zuko."
Later that, after they turned out the lights, she snuggled up in his arms.
"Zuko?"
"Mhmh?"
"You're a pretty good dancer."
She laughed at his obvious blush.
I hope this was very whimsical! I'm not so sure about this one.
Please review!
Tomorrow: Heartstrings Thursday
