Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned AtLA, this would already be canon.

Katara was smiling. In her arms, the sleeping Miksa stirred. Quickly she made soothing noises, gently rocking her small daughter in her arms. In a matter of seconds the infant girl was asleep, snuggled up against her mother. Lieutenant Wuu smiled indulgently, affection in his green eyes.

'She truly is the spitting image of her mother,' he said, glancing once at Katara as if to compare, before his eyes turned down towards little Princess Miksa.

'Really? Whenever I look at her, all I see his Zuko – especially in the shape of her face.'

'I suppose she does have her father's cheekbones,' mused Wuu. 'I wonder which element she will bend?'

'As you know, Miksa is a Water Tribe name. Just the other day Zuko commented that it would be ironic if she was a firebender.'

Wuu chuckled. 'Yes indeed.' It then appeared that a Fire Nation soldier wanted to talk to the man, so Wuu bid his farewells to mother and daughter, and took his leave. Almost instantly, Zuko appeared at Katara's side.

'I hope your conversation with the Lieutenant wasn't too dull,' he said quietly into her ear, 'he does have a reputation of being somewhat ... boorish.'

'Really? He actually seemed quite pleasant,' remarked Katara, 'he was happy to talk about Miksa – he said that she looked like me.'

'Oh yes?' answered Zuko, taking Miksa out of Katara's arms, careful not to awaken her.

'But I told him that I thought she was all you – apart from her colouring,' she added quickly, 'I mean, it is sort of a giveaway.'

'Yes,' laughed Zuko, 'the tan skin, brown hair, and blue eyes might be something of a giveaway.'

'Just maybe.' Katara's voice was a laugh, too. 'But I think her face is shaped like yours.' The two made their way through the crowded hall together. 'Especially her cheekbones.'

Curiously, Zuko looked down at the still-sleeping Miksa, examining her. 'You think?' he asked doubtfully.

'Of course I do. She wouldn't be this perfect otherwise.'

The two reached the edge of the room, and stepped out onto a balcony that overlooked a splendid view of the mountain range the Southern Air Temple was situated upon. The sky was dark, inky blue, and there were millions of silver stars shining in the sky.

'Wow, the stars are shining so brightly tonight,' said Katara, gazing up at the night sky, 'it's beautiful.'

'Yes,' said Zuko, looking directly at her, 'it is.'

In her slumber, Miksa smiled.

AN: Did I just write ... Zutara fluff? (Because, seriously, lately it seems that all I can write is angst.) I had a lot of fun writing this - finally something light and fluffy! And just to clarify, Aang and peoples are probably throwing a big party or something at the SAT, and of course Katara, Zuko, and Miksa were invited, along with everyone else.

- Miksa is an Inuit name that means 'between'. Yup, not very deep, but it sounded too cute xD