Zuko and Katara sat side-by-side in the palace courtyard, leaning against a large tree. In front of them was an equally large pond, where fluffy baby turtle-ducks swam.

"I used to love this place," Zuko said suddenly, staring at his reflection in the water.

"Do you still love it?" Katara asked, looking over at him curiously.

Zuko was silent for a moment before quietly saying, "I'm not sure… It's not any different than before, it just feels… Lonely."

Katara raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms, asking, "Am I not good company?"

"It's not that," Zuko quickly assured, "It's just… I used to come here with my mother all the time. We'd feed the turtle-ducks and talk and…"

Katara placed her hand on his and gave it a sympathetic squeeze. He smiled at her and listened as she said, "Me and my mother had a place we used to go to all the time, too. It was this huge ice cliff with a beautiful view of the ocean. She'd always tell me stories while we were up there and I thought it was the greatest place in the world." She sighed and was silent for a moment before finally saying, "I haven't been there since she died."

The pair sat in silence, remembering their mothers. A breeze gently rustled the leaves of the tree and blew threw their hair. The turtle-ducks continued to squawk loudly as they swam in the pond.

"Maybe we should go there sometime," Zuko offered quietly.

"I'd like that," Katara replied, smiling as she rested her head on his shoulder.


Author's Notes: Yep, another update. I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but I was planning on finshing this before the end of summer. However, it's currently looking rahter doubtful, as I'm beginning to get a small case of writer's block. Don't worry, though. Even if I don't reach the intitial due date I'd set for myself, I won't abandon this fic.

Disclaimer: Avatar and all characters belong to Mike and Bryan.