Katara sighed, as she rolled up the map, and went inside her tent. She put it beside her fur-covered bed, along with a pile of other maps. Sighing heavily, Katara blew out the candle and went to sleep.
The very next day, while she was doing her daily chores, a messenger came. However, Katara was confused, because a messenger had arrived just yesterday.
The messenger approached Katara with a scroll, and bowed, holding the scroll out. She took the scroll with two hands as a sign of respect, and waved a polite goodbye as the messenger got back to his small boat. When the boat was out of sight, Katara opened the scroll. Not only was a map on there, but on the back was a note.
Katara
I am coming to visit.
Aang
She frowned at the lack of detail, but found the news the best she's had in eight years. Rolling up the scroll again, she returned to her work, humming happily and awaiting the return of her best friend.
However, a day had passed, and another, and another. Katara was beginning to feel anxious now, and her work was done sloppily. Sokka noticed this, and stared awkwardly at his sister, whose eyes were big with panic and concern.
"Katara, is something wrong? You've been acting all weird lately." Katara stared at the ground for a moment, before looking at her brother and replying in a worried voice.
"Sokka, a messenger gave me a note four days ago, and on it Aang had said that he was coming to visit, but he still isn't here yet. Wh" she was stopped by the firm grip of her brother's hand on her shoulder, and she sighed.
"Don't worry, I'm sure he has a perfectly good reason why he isn't here yet. Just wait." He walked away, grumbling about "he had better bring some meat" and whatnot. Katara couldn't help but flicker a smile. Whenever she was concerned, no matter how silly Sokka acts, he still finds a way to cheer her up.
A week had passed, and Katara was beginning to get concerned again. Her father had noticed this, and hugged her.
"You should go waterbend. It will calm you down, and I am sure the Avatar will be here soon."
Sure enough, waterbending had soothed her. She moved the water around in a whip-like motion, her movements graceful and complete. Katara was just about to perform another move, shooting icicles, when the water that she had controlled just a moment ago moved around in its own free will. Curious, she looked around the snow, looking for the thing, or person, that had done this. Although, on the back of her head, she had already knew who it was. No one in the entire Southern Water Tribe was as powerful as her, no one except Pakku, who had sorrowfully died three years ago.
"Aang!"