And now it's Katara's turn. Cry your heart out honey.
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Katara looked into the fire. It was calming, looking at the tongues of flame dancing, lapping the sides of the firewood. It was a familiar amber. The amber of a certain pair of eyes that seemed to see directly into her soul – past her faults, past her weaknesses. Straight to the part of her that she had hidden from the world. A part that she thought had died when her mother died.
Turning from the edge of the fire, Katara sat down next to Aang. "If only we had marshmallows. I had some with my firenation friends a hundred years ago. We'd toast them and eat them… mmm… molten marshmellowy goodness…" Unfortunately, Katara wasn't listening.
"Are you alright Katara?" Aang looked up at her. Katara looked at him without seeing him. "I'm ok Aang. I think I just need some rest." With that she stood and made her way over to her sleeping roll.
Why am I thinking about him? she thought to herself, watching the wind rustle through the trees. Did he like water? Or did she fear it? Would he hate her? Or try and hurt her? Of course he would, you twit. He's been chasing you all around the world in the hunt for the Avatar. He's hardly going to think you're some charming girl who he'd be interested in. Katara sighed. There was no chance for them. Even if he felt the same way – they were too different. He was royalty, and she was a peasant with nothing to offer. Cradling her head in her hands she wallowed in despair.
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Haha, yes, I know they're similar. Almost the same in fact. Please review!