I'm practicing to perform a Pacific Islander dance, it has a lot of hip shaking and has a really tropical feel to it. Well that was my inspiration. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Avater: The Last Airbender/characters. I don't even own the dance :P

Zuko stared as the brilliantly lit courtyard filled with women dressed as scantly as the harsh cold of the South Pole would allow. This was his favorite part of visiting the snowy wasteland. Only this time Katara was of age and would be joining the other women.

Such performances were only seen during large celebrations and feasts. The Fire Lord visiting warranted a feast, thought Zuko in a moment of arrogance as he made himself comfortable, sitting next to Sokka who sat next to Suki.

His eyes immediately found his friend among the other blue women, and followed her as she took her place in the circle around the fire. The group was small, there not being many women to fit the age criteria that this specific dance called for.

Earlier that afternoon Katara had let it slip to him that she would be participating in the dance. She explained that it was for the sake of fertility (and chuckled when a light blush creeped onto his cheeks), and therefore it was only appropriate for women between the ages of sixteen to thirty to take part.

Drums began to pick up a fast infectious rhythm and the women who had been kneeling in the snow slowly began to rise up. Zuko watched Katara, the slow smooth movement as her hips moved with the music. Flutes laced in with the beating creating a soothing song.

The women moved their hands to the music, graceful, like the waves of the oceans, and slowly deliberately twirled. Katara's face was calm and completely enthralled in the rhythm. Zuko doubted she was even aware of her audience anymore.

Her hand went to her hair, as did every other woman's, while the other reached out and gracefully twirled by the wrist. And the whole time her hips waved, her skin tight dress showing off every effort.

As the dance continued Zuko took in each step, knowing it was not every day that he would have to chance to experience such a spectacle.

And Agni help him when Katara wiggled her hips down into a kneel, her hands continuing their fluid motion. Then shimming back up had the same effect on him. It all made him want to go up to her and move his body along with hers. Every dip, bend, he wanted to be as close to her as possible, complimenting every move she made.

Zuko snapped out of his day dreaming with the help of Sokka's voice: "Suki, you're of age, you should have danced too," his tone teasing. Suki simply smiled, rolling her eyes and kissed Sokka on the cheek.

Once the dance was done (too soon in Zuko's opinion) he joined everyone in applauding the women and wishing them fertility for their efforts. Such things about the Southern Water Tribe made the incredible cold worth enduring.

Katara walked up to her brother, Suki, and Zuko, smiling. Sokka congratulated her on her first time being included in the ritualistic dance and gave her a hug. She and Suki just smiled at each other as if saying that they would discuss everything later. When her eyes finally met Zuko's her expression of indifferent happiness did not change. "You were great," he said trying to keep his voice steady. Katara's eyes twinkled as she thanked him.

Then the two girls, both of age, walked away arms linked, heads bent together quietly talking and laughing. Zuko watched as she went towards another sitting area, of age he mused, and a slight tug at the edges of his lips appeared without his full consent.

Let me know what you thought, I tried to describe the dance movements as clearly as possible without sounding like a manual.
Thanks for reading! :D