Spirit
Katara of the Southern Water Tribe knew the Avatar Spirit, the embodiment of Nature, very intimately. In fact, it was the human being who possessed the Avatar Spirit she knew. The Spirit itself was a total mystery to her.
What Aang represented made him an icon to the people of the world he saved. He was the bridge to the Spirit World, and mightiest soul in the bending world.
To Katara, he was simply Aang.
She knew he was the Avatar. She knew of the unimaginable power he wielded. And then, she knew him. She knew his weaknesses, loves, failures, successes, life story, and his personality sides- even the sappy one. She was the person who knew him the best in the world, this spiritual figure, but still, for the life of her, couldn't figure out this Spirit. No one but he could. But for her, his lover, she didn't need the Spirit. She loved him unconditionally, regardless of who he was, and would do so forever. To her, he wasn't the Avatar, he was Aang. That merely was enough for her.
A/N: I can never stick with the small stuff, huh? Anyways, you can also see that I enjoy omniscient writing; I feel power! Please leave comments, and help a fledgling writer out.
