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When Katara was finished dressing, she was decked in one of her most formal kimono. It was a deep, luxurious ruby colour with cranes hand stitch in creme and black silks. Her obi was black, with an extravagent pattern of sakura, her obi pin was a giant cluster of ruby and malachite. Her hair, had been held back with a comb carved from teak, and her make-up was nothing special; plain black eye liner, she wore no powder or blush, just a simple layer of red lip colour.
There she stood, black laquered fan, geta clogs and all, with Aang no where to be seen. She waited next to the entrance of the Inn for about 10 minutes, various people had come and passed in that time, including Si-in and her older sister, on thier way to a tea ceremony, no less. But there was no sight of Aang any where. Katara drew a deep sigh and sat on a stone bench near a giant gold and marble carving of Avatar Kyoshi.
She closed her eyes and leaned her head on the statue. A soft breeze wafted through the shrine, taking the scent of Patchouli incense as it went. The fimilar scent of her homeland, since Patchouli was the most abundent herb in her little village, it had been the most commonly burned form incense. As she took in the sweet scent, she heard the quiet patter of feet on gravel.
She slowly opened her eyes and picked up her head, expecting to see Aang. Only this form was more lean with muscle, had long ebony locks down to his shoulder blades, and was decked in green.
When she looked up she saw the form of her long lost friend, Haru. "My Lady, may I ask what your heart grives of?" He asked in a soft tone. "My love seem's to have forgotten he was to meet me here." Katara said as she whipped away a stray tear from her cheek. "My Lady, are you a Geisha?" Haru was throughtly clueless. "My good sir, I am no Geisha, but a Water Tribe girl"
"You have some suprising eyes. Just like some one I use to- " Haru stopped mid-sentence, for he knew the truth. "Katara?" He asked in sheer shock.
"Yes..." Katara said as she adverted her eyes from his gaze. "Is that really you!" He asked again, pure amazement on his face as he circled her. He noted that she no longer had the gruff, village-saving look about her; but now a clean-cut and elegant aire. "What happened to you?" He asked as he took a seat next to her on the bench. "Age. Simply Age. There is no other way to explain it. I hace simply out grown the whole "save-the-world-or-die-trying" look, and I have taken on a look that suits my age. I remeber when I was 14, and able to get away with wearing pants and parkas. But if I where to do that now, at age 17, I would be singled out and picked upon for my lack of class. This look is more suiting of woman of my status." Katara said as she looked up at the statue's face.
"And what status is that?" Haru asked as he placed a hand over hers. "The status of betrothed." Katara said as she instantly leaped up from her seat at his actions. In her mind, Katara knew she was not engadged to Aang, heck for all she knew, they weren't even an official couple yet, but as long as Haru wanted to hover around her, she was a bride-to-be.
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To Be Continued...