Late Nights
Sometimes Katara thought about life before the raiders. Only sometimes, late at night, when she was ready to let the tears drip slowly down her face. The memories grew more and more hazy as the years went on. Looking at Sokka, that night, a memory flashed behind her eyes.
The two siblings, snow gently floating down.
Their Mother, their Father.
Happiness. Snow. Warmth. Family.
She could tell that the memory was incomplete, but for once, she wasn't upset about it.
This time, Katara cried again. But the tears weren't sad. They were tears of happiness, for what used to be.