Growing up, Katara had become very accustomed to smells of the South Pole. A salty sea breeze, fresh snow, her Gran-Gran's cooking – all these things were comforting to her. Even the smell of fish and fur and Sokka's sweat were welcoming. They were familiar, and familiar was safe.

But things changed. Her village was raided and Katara learned the stench of blood and smoke and burning flesh. She discovered the colour red and the terror its nation brought. She learned hatred, a feeling she was sure she would always harbour toward the Fire Nation and everything in it.

When Katara met Zuko, she assumed he'd carry the same scents as the horrible Fire Nation raid had. She believed he would reek of smoke and ash, like fire.

Lying next to him one cool summer night, Katara realized how wrong she had been. Zuko smelt clean and fresh, like soap or candles. It was nothing like the awful scents of the attack on her village.

Though she would always love the smells of home, Katara had learned to find comfort in Zuko's arms, surrounded by his scent.


Author's Notes: Eeh... Not much to say about this.

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