Ch. 3
The next day they all ate and then went to find Appa, who had wandered off to find food.
"So, what is Appa?" Keeta asked.
All of a sudden a huge white bison with the same symbol as Aang on his head comes out of the woods.
"This must be Appa…then." She stood and petted Appa. "God, your one fuzzy bison" she said and flipped backwards up onto the saddle.
Everybody's mouth gaped open except Toph's, because she can't see. (duh!)
"Well are we going or not?" Keeta smiled.
They all got on and took to the skies.
Keeta sat on Appa's head with her arms out to the sides as if she were flying, her hair flying around her face.
"Keeta? What are you doing?" Sokka asked.
"I love being in the air. It's so peaceful." She sighed happily.
Sokka looked at Katara with a bewildered look.
"I have tried so many times to build a successful glider but it never works. I always crash." She laughed sliding back down in the saddle and pulling her hair up in a low ponytail, the front of her hair hanging around her face and swooping to one side as they flew.
Sokka was thinking, 'How could such a nice girl be the sister of evil Prince Zuko? She is the total opposite of him! She is such a beuti…" his thoughts were interrupted as Katara elbowed him.
"I said, do you want something to eat?" Katara said holding out a piece of bread and trying his best not to stuff the whole thing in his mouth… but it was so tempting…
Keeta sat there munching away at an apple she had taken out of her bag.
"What other food do you have in there?" Sokka asked.
"Well…let's see…" she said fumbling in her huge bag.
She pulled out a guitar, the book she had drawn in the night before and two swords with two red tassels hanging off each of the handles. And then she pulled out a bag of food. Lots of food. Bread and fruits and tons of other things. Then she pulled out a small tin box and opened it. Inside were tiny rectangle shaped flat things that were wrapped in paper.
"Ooh! Can I have some?" Sokka asked happily.
"yep. But chew it, don't swallow." She said and took a piece for herself. She popped it in her mouth and chewed it and then blew a huge bubble with it. (If you don't know what it is by now your pretty mental) She popped the bubble with her finger and then slid down till she was laying flat in the sadle staring at the sky.
She grabbed her guitar and began strumming. Then she began singing "Fly, spread your wings and try to fly high to the sky..." then she started strumming like crazy. "la,la,la,la,la,la,la,da,diya" she sang strumming slowly.
"Wow. I didn't think I've ever herd someone play something interesting on one of those before." Sokka said.
"I always try to invent new songs that people will actually listen to." Keeta said sitting up.
"play something else." Katara said.
"yeah!" Sokka chimed in.
"Like what?" she asked strumming her fingers down the guitar srtings.
"Anything!" Sokka said happily munching on a piece of bread.
"Nothing." Toph said,"Music is for dumb people who find false happiness in songs"
"Fine if you want to be morbid, I'll play a sad song." she said strumming, "The light is hidden, today of all days, all the people's broken comes out in shame, they all wonder what made the world this way, while you cry aloud, they cry inside. If the world could change for a season, for a reason, what would happen, what would we be? Oh, what would we be?" She put down her guitar and pullled out a pen and her drawing notebook and began writing.
"What are you..." Sokka asked.
"I have to write this song down before I forget it." she said while writing frantically. "there." she saidclosing the book and slid it back into her bag. She turned toward Sokka, "now what were you saying?" she asked.
"Nothing... you kinda already answered my question..." he said.
"Please play some more." Katara said handing Keeta her guitar.
They all sang and laughed for the rest of the day as they flew. They landed that night, ate and slept.