To halt any reviews along "How does this go with the first two drabbles?", remember, it's just random stuffs that comes to mind as I sit in my boring life.

Katara was fuming. She had been trying to leave the monthly celebration Fire Lord Iroh held to commemorate the end of the 100 Years War of the Avatar and found, to her horror, that she was glued to the steps of the palace.

Tar! He spread tar on the palace steps!

Well, now what, Katara? Should she stay and let him find her, or should she just pry her shoes up and run off? The Waterbender groaned. The gods just loved tormenting her family, didn't they? First her dad, then Sokka, now they taking their turn with her.

There was no way Zuko could know she actually came to these celebrations. Even though Zuko had come to his senses and helped Aang defeat Ozai from the inside, his betrayal in the crystal caverns still dug at Katara and she had sworn she'd never go to any place she might be expected to talk to the prince.

And where was she now stuck? At a place where talking to the prince was big honor. Especially if he took time away from talking with "important people" to talk to you.

Katara reached for the ties on her rose-colored silk mask. Akahana. That's what she told everyone who asked her name. She dimly remembered the first of these celebrations she'd gone to, the one where Zuko asked her name….

"Good evening."

Katara spins around. Zuko stands there, bowing slightly, unable to recognize her with the mask on. "Oh! Um…good evening, Prince Zuko," she fumbles.

The prince is still the same serious boy he was before. He looks over to where Iroh stands, laughing with Aang. "My uncle ordered me to dance," he mutters. He looks at Katara, exasperated.

The Waterbender nods in acknowledgement of the silent plea and the prince takes her hand. He leads her in a traditional Fire Nation dance.

"You're not Fire Nation nobility, are you?"

She shakes her head. "No, I'm from the Water Tribes." Inwardly, she smacks herself. Please let Zuko be too dense to put two and two together…

He is. "For someone from the Water Tribe, you dance like a native Fire Nation citizen," he compliments. "What's your name?"

"Ah…ka-Akahana," she says, thinking of the newborn girl in the village for a name. 'How awkward…'

After dancing with Zuko most of the night, Katara runs away, afraid someone might recognize her.

After that, Katara went to every monthly commemoration, wearing the same mask and dancing with Zuko each night, leaving with the rest of any Water Tribe attendees in the morning. Deceiving everyone was strangely exhilarating.

Now Katara was in another awkward position, and the gala appeared to be reaching its end. She had to make her decision fast, or Zuko would discover she had broken her vow. And her shoes would be ruined.

My shoes…quickly, Katara slipped out of her fur slippers and ran the rest of the way down the steps barefoot, clutching her mask. Let Zuko figure out what to do. If he wanted to find out who she was, he could un-stick her shoes.

This is what comes of musical theatre class and allergy meds...