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(This was deliberate mistakes's idea, and since she graciously gives me lost of much needed reviews and advise, plus the idea gave me an inspiration. So I decided to morph her idea to my writing.)
Smell
There was something strange and odd about the fire tonight in Katara's opinion.
Or perhaps it was the lack of something, that screamed something was wrong.
Shutting her eyes and grasping the smell of everything around her, one smell came into her mind.
The fire.
It's dancing flames rode on the breeze, tickling her nose and all her thoughts. The burn of the wood tangled inside her heart, imprinting it's place in her life. It's burning ashes captured her train of thought, locking her blue eyes on that golden fire that danced and breathed right in front of her. Every moment the fire grew and shrank but the smell lingered forever. It drove her insane, and she loved every moment of it.
Strangely...it reminded her of someone...she just couldn't put her finger on it...
"Peasant, get back to bed. It's my turn for watch."
Ah. There he was.
"Finally, Zuko! I was wondering when you'd come back from your walk. No worries, after a moment I was positive you'd be here any second."
"And how is that, Katara?"
"Please, I could smell you a mile away."
She never did add that she loved his wonderful smell...
One day she swore to herself. One day she'd tell him...
a/n
Dx I didn't like this one too much...
Probably my least fav of all of them.
Ah well. I had a terrible headache while writing this. Perhaps that has something to do with it.
Yeah, blame allergy season.
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-karen