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This is a late posting in honor of mother's day. Thanks for reading and please review.
"I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still
The deepest impressed on my heart."
-Eliza Cook
"I miss my mother," She said softly with one hand touching her necklace at the base of her throat. They sat beside each other, looking at the setting sun that casted a golden light on the frozen tundra. Aang put a comforting arm around his wife's shoulders. Today was the anniversary of her mother's death. She turned to look at him with questioning blue orbs. "What was your mother like?"
Aang almost made a noise of surprise. She had not ever asked about his parents. In fact, he had not ever really thought of them…even his mother. "I never knew her," He replied with a careless shrug. "All children would go to different temples depending on what sex they were and when they were born."
"Really?" Katara asked with a startled frown. She touched his cheek lightly. "How does it work than, marriage, kids?"
"Any airbender can leave and get married, but usually they just have a onetime deal with one of the other airbenders. Besides, all children go to the temple if they are airbenders," He stated in a dead-pan voice. That had been the way of his people. It did not…should not…bother him so. He gave her a cheeky grin.
Katara fingered her necklace thoughtfully. "At least I got to know my mother," She remarked quietly with a hint of sorrow. Aang could not help to feel the slight pang of envy quake through his being. He had not known his parents. Of course they were dead now, but…
Aang tried to recall anything about his parents, but nothing came. Only one memory, forgotten until now, exploded before his waking eyes like a firework…
A pair of grey eyes, exactly like his, looking at him with a mixture of joy and grief. Tears threatened to fall from her eyes…his mother…
"Aang, you okay?" Katara asked concerned.
Aang squeezed her shoulder in a reassuring gesture. "I'm fine," He murmured. "Tell me about your mother."
"She was kind, loving," Katara responded after a moment of careful consideration. "She was always there for Sokka and I. She…she always seemed to understand, no matter what." Katara looked at Aang with her bright cerulean eyes. "I hope to be such a mother as her someday."
Aang smiled at the thought of their someday children. He would want their child…his daughter…to have her eyes; the eyes that he had woken up to after a hundred-year sleep. He kissed her forehead lovingly. Katara tilted her head up for a kiss and Aang pressed his own against her willing lips. He hoped to be a father someday, yet he had no example for himself. He had not known his mother or father. The thought of Gyatso came to him, the man who had been his father-figure and mentor.
Aang could not help, but to smile mentally.
A/N: Part of this one-shot scene was also inspired by the fanfiction story The Gift by Wolvenfire86, which I suggest you all go read!