Post by Katara on Aug 18, 2009 21:45:14 GMT -5
Katara sighed. What a long day. She'd spoken with an emissary from their sister tribe in the North, who was there to represent a group called the Alliance for the Advancement of Water Tribe Women. She was hoping to get Katara's help so that the movement would gain momentum in both tribes. Katara was all too happy to accept.
So, she'd talked to that woman for quite a while, and then she'd trained her first ever set of pupils who'd arrived on the same ship as the Alliance representative. Most of them were women who had only been trained in healing, as was the backward custom of the northern tribe. There were a few children, as well. Katara had spent a while coaching them in some basic combat moves and basic forms.
And now, it was time for bed. The talks with the representative took up most of the evening, and the lessons she taught went into a great portion of the night, as waterbenders' abilities tended to be stronger at that time because of the moon.
But as tired as she was, Katara didn't feel like she could sleep just yet. For some reason, as she'd demonstrated what she could do during her lessons, she didn't think of Mai and Ty Lee, who she'd fought before. She didn't think of Aang, who was also a waterbending master. She didn't think of Pakku or even Azula, who she'd helped to defeat with what she could do. No-- for some reason, she thought of Zuko.
As Katara lay there, staring up at the pitch black ceiling of her hut, it hit her just how much she missed him. She knew she would, but this much? She hadn't seen that coming. It was just...well...she was so used to having him around. They'd bonded so much over the course of the war. Before they became allies, they'd fought. Now that she looked back on it, it was so interesting. Their elements were opposites, and making them work against each other...well...Katara had learned that she and Zuko made better allies--just like their elements. They worked better together. They balanced each other out.
And their fight with Azula...That was something Katara knew she would never forget. Though it happened weeks ago, it was still fresh in her mind, and she could still hardly wrap her mind around it. He took a bolt of lightening to the chest for her. Would anyone else do that? Did Aang think she was worth that kind of sacrifice?
Before she realized it, Katara was on her feet, fumbling around in the dark for her lamp. She found it, took it outside, lit it, and then went back inside her hut in search of some parchment and a calligraphy pen.
So, she'd talked to that woman for quite a while, and then she'd trained her first ever set of pupils who'd arrived on the same ship as the Alliance representative. Most of them were women who had only been trained in healing, as was the backward custom of the northern tribe. There were a few children, as well. Katara had spent a while coaching them in some basic combat moves and basic forms.
And now, it was time for bed. The talks with the representative took up most of the evening, and the lessons she taught went into a great portion of the night, as waterbenders' abilities tended to be stronger at that time because of the moon.
But as tired as she was, Katara didn't feel like she could sleep just yet. For some reason, as she'd demonstrated what she could do during her lessons, she didn't think of Mai and Ty Lee, who she'd fought before. She didn't think of Aang, who was also a waterbending master. She didn't think of Pakku or even Azula, who she'd helped to defeat with what she could do. No-- for some reason, she thought of Zuko.
As Katara lay there, staring up at the pitch black ceiling of her hut, it hit her just how much she missed him. She knew she would, but this much? She hadn't seen that coming. It was just...well...she was so used to having him around. They'd bonded so much over the course of the war. Before they became allies, they'd fought. Now that she looked back on it, it was so interesting. Their elements were opposites, and making them work against each other...well...Katara had learned that she and Zuko made better allies--just like their elements. They worked better together. They balanced each other out.
And their fight with Azula...That was something Katara knew she would never forget. Though it happened weeks ago, it was still fresh in her mind, and she could still hardly wrap her mind around it. He took a bolt of lightening to the chest for her. Would anyone else do that? Did Aang think she was worth that kind of sacrifice?
Before she realized it, Katara was on her feet, fumbling around in the dark for her lamp. She found it, took it outside, lit it, and then went back inside her hut in search of some parchment and a calligraphy pen.
