Music Night

She came on to the ship with the force of a tidal wave, dropping from the bison to crash across the deck, sending two, three – no, five, men over the metal edges, into the gloomy blue.

Another was encased in ice, two frozen to the deck, the rest were water whipped, blasted or too drunk to fight anyway.

But the belly of the ship held many men and all waves eventually recede, and though she attacked under the brightness of Yue, though she fought with all the fury contained in her sixteen years, she could not save.

She came for her brother. The boy was sent off with out her. (Who knew that metal amplified screaming sobs so sickly well?)

In the morning, she poured tea in to small red and gold cups as the thick collar around her neck chafed.


A/N: Questions that prompted this fic: Reasonably, why would Katara be on Zuko's ship? And what would really happen once she was there? Originally, this was planned as a full length oneshot, and (cough) IrohxKatara. Uh, yeah.