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The silence of the night is deafening. back at home she’d have the insistent noises of her people, of her family tossing in their sleep, of the animals of the South howling and hunting just outside her village. back at home, the moonlight would be heavy on her back, the stars twinkling, whispering their “goodnight”’s as Katara slowly allows her body to rest under the animal skin blankets, her face pressed tightly to her fur pillow.
but this was not home. this was a foreign place, a place she’d never been before, not even on her journeys with Aang. she was scared, alone in the dark, resting just outside a small village she didn’t dare enter. without Aang, she was just a stranger, just a girl looking for a place to stay. not too many poeple acted so kindly to people like that. but she slept – and in the morning, the noises of nature returned again– along with the noise of someone’s gentle breathing and light footsteps across her campsite.
once it settled into her tired mind that someone was watching her, a stream of water slides from her pouch and darts right into the stranger’s eyes. she rolls back and jumps up, ready for a fight, until she sees the man – whose body language and (now completely soaking wet) face do not indicate ‘threat’ in the slightest – and begins to laugh.