Rivers and lakes were nice…but what Katara loved most was the ocean. It reminded her of the South Pole albeit the water was not as cold. It reminded her…of her mother.
She sat on the sand, letting the breeze blow through her hair. Here…she had privacy. Here…she was able to sit and think by herself without having to get into an argument with her brother. It was quiet here without her brother around to bother and pester her. He was supposed to be out looking for firewood.
What Katara didnt know was that she was being watched
Aang had been doing that more and more frequently and he’d felt…ashamed with himself. She did not know she had been the object of somuch observing and it made him feel dirty.
Katara closed her eyes, ducking under the water and resurfacing, her wet hair flowing down her back. It felt so good whenever they found a lake or river, so she could bathe, and thankfully she didn’t have to worry about other people. Just Sokka and Aang, and they were probably sleeping by now…