Ok, I'm getting Chapter Two out of the way before I get distracted. Here goes!

Sokka stumbled over a tree root and almost fell. While doing so, he also caught his foot in the hem of Katara's skirt (which he was currently wearing) and fell ignominiously on his rear with a loud yelp of dismay. Fortunately, since he was still in the forest, he landed on the soft layer of pine needles that coated everything.

Sokka grumbled, but stood up wearily. "This stupid outfit – how on earth is anyone supposed to walk in it, much less fight!"

Katara came running up to him.

"Sokka! I heard you yell, are you alright?" Sokka, garbed as he was, had opted to walk parallel to Aang and Katara, he in the forest, they on the road. True, it was unlikely that anyone used the road anymore, but Sokka's pride refused to allow him to walk in public in girl's clothes.

"I'm fine, I just tripped. How on earth do you walk in this ridiculous excuse for clothing?" Sokka demanded. He knew she managed, obviously, but knowing it and being able to do so himself were two completely different matters.

She giggled. It figured.

"Watch! See, you can't take such long strides; if you're going to run, hoist up the skirt a bit so you can move your knees better. Take shorter steps…like so." She demonstrated, as Aang approached, giggling as usual, to watch Sokka's first lesson on how to walk properly in a skirt.

Good lord…I'm never going to live this down…thought Sokka as he tried walking as Katara had showed him. Surprisingly, it helped. A lot.

"Ok…thanks, Katara. You guys can go back to the road…have you seen any signs of a village yet?"

They shook their heads apologetically, and walked back to the road. Sokka, meanwhile, continued to practice this new way of walking.

An hour later

"Sokka! Hey, Sokka!" A whoosh of air and Aang's call alerted him, bringing him out of his daydream.

"We found a village! It's a really small one though, so Katara's already scouting along the outskirts for a place for you to wait."

Sokka nodded gratefully. He wasn't used to such an inefficient style of walking, so his legs were starting to hurt. Besides, the sooner Katara found a place, the sooner he could stop cross-dressing!

Aang looked at him for a moment more. Just then, Momo made a dramatic entrance, swooping in from the tree lofts and landing gracefully on Aang's shoulder.

"Oh! Katara's found a spot. Come on!"

Sokka raised an eyebrow at Aang's unnaturally excited reception of the news.

What's up with him?

"Hey Katara! I found him!" Aang's cheerful greeting echoed in the small clearing where Katara sat.

She stood up and greeted them both. She, too, seemed awfully cheerful. Sokka raised another eyebrow.

Exactly what happened while she and Aang were walking together? All of Sokka's big brotherly alarms were going off, but just this once, he decided to ignore them. After all, if I make a fuss, it'll take them longer to leave.

"Well?" he demanded, "Why are you two still here? Go get clothes for me!" That earned him a glare from Katara. "And take Momo and Appa with you, a warrior needs some time alone."

All he got from that was outright laughter. Apparently the idea of a warrior dressed in girls clothes meditating was too much for them to handle; they were still snickering as the exited the clearing with Momo and Appa. He sighed, and sat down on a stump.

Peace at last…
Ok…that was a pointless chapter. Kind of like an interlude, I guess. But whatever. More interesting stuff next chapter!