Summer winds smoothed the longing etched onto her face, her heart. Strong-willed and determined was their description of her, elegant and beautiful. A loving mother, the perfect wife. A compassionate heart, a stunning sight.
Like waves, her hair reacted to the wind's caresses, flowing. Tui and La. Push and pull, a danced engraved in her brain. Perfected by her hands, incomplete without his name.
Familiar laughter caught Katara's gaze, her son's newest boomerang trick becoming the catalyst for her praise.
A gentle smile grazed her lips.
The longing returned, and the warmth ascended. Just above the apex, a bison descended.