The Boy in the Iceberg
Light. Bright and sudden.
Katara's eyes focus on the slim, yellow and orange clad boy, his eyes and arrows shining as he climbs the small ridge. When he falls, she rushes to him. His slim form fits perfectly in her arms. Too perfectly.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?"
Aang shakes himself out of his daydream. He focuses on her, watching the side of her mouth quirk up at him.
"Oh, I was smiling?"
Zuko droned on with the rites, and Katara's face shone at her fiance.
Aang grinned, whispering.
"Why are you smiling at me like that?"