Author's Note: I'm thinking Katara's got a dirty little mind that she never let's anyone know about.


Reflection

She didn't know when it first began, when Aang had ceased to be someone she considered to be just a friend. Was the time when he presented her with a handmade necklace? Was it the first time she pressed her lips to his cheek or enveloped him in a hug? Or maybe it was it the time when he graciously forgave her for her irrational jealousy over his bending abilities.

The weather was warm and the young travelers were taking advantage of the beautiful day. Katara leaned back on her hands, watching as the young Avatar challenged her brother to a spirited game of what Sokka had dubbed "Modified Airball." No standing on wooden poles, no spinning goal posts, just the two boys and whatever could pass for a ball. The waterbender cheered as Aang sent the ball flying just past the young warrior's reach. Aang turned and flashed her a bright smile.

Katara blushed, watching the boy chase after Sokka and the ball, his blue tattoos bright against his pale skin. The warm blush continued to creep over her face, her ears, and down her neck as a thought pushed itself to the front of her mind.

Or maybe it was the time she first wondered where exactly did those tattoos begin.