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storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 09:20 am
storypaint) wrote2015-02-16 09:20 am
[Avatar: The Last Airbender] echoes from the life behind (Katara gen)
Title: echoes from the life behind
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra
Length: 396 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: A:TLA, Katara, a new generation of waterbenders
Pairing: Katara gen with implied Katara/Aang
Other: Set post ATLA, pre Korra.
Excerpt: Katara collected the kids and they walked down to the beach, where she could put her feet in the water and read the letter again. That always made her feel closer to home, knowing that she was touching the same water that eventually wound its way south.
Hakoda wrote his children regularly in-between visits, letting them know how the rebuilding was going and how the village was re-adjusting. The Southern tribe saw quite a bit of immigration from the North once the option was opened. With the war over, the village grew. Hakoda told them when childhood friends married, when elders died, and when the animals began to come back. It helped anchor them home.
It was a warm spring day when the newest letter arrived, and Katara sat down outside to read it, enjoying the breeze on her bare feet. She could hear Bumi and Kya shrieking happily in the distance. She thought they were playing tag. She started reading.
We have enough waterbenders now to have a class, Hakoda wrote, and Katara stopped and shut her eyes. Her body shook and after a moment she realized that it was happiness that made her cry. She remembered how hard it was to learn how to harness her powers on her own, how she'd practiced so hard. She'd asked everyone in the village if they could show her any forms they remembered. Pakku had had to correct a number of her moves that she'd been doing wrong for years.
Eventually she picked up the letter again, and Hakoda continued, Next time you're here you'll have to give a demonstration. Everyone asks about you and Sokka all the time. But of course you know that.
Katara collected the kids and they walked down to the beach, where she could put her feet in the water and read the letter again. That always made her feel closer to home, knowing that she was touching the same water that eventually wound its way south.
There were new waterbenders in the Southern tribe, who might at this moment, be bending the water back, holding their forms, feeling the slick slip slice across their skin. The girls would learn healing and fighting techniques, just like the boys, and the village would be full again of benders to help with the necessities of everyday life and tribal ceremonies. It would be how she remembered from her smallest childhood.
But better, because the world was here around them, opening new possibilities for all of them, and these would have the choice she had to take.
Katara laughed with joy as the tide began to come in.
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra
Length: 396 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: A:TLA, Katara, a new generation of waterbenders
Pairing: Katara gen with implied Katara/Aang
Other: Set post ATLA, pre Korra.
Excerpt: Katara collected the kids and they walked down to the beach, where she could put her feet in the water and read the letter again. That always made her feel closer to home, knowing that she was touching the same water that eventually wound its way south.
Hakoda wrote his children regularly in-between visits, letting them know how the rebuilding was going and how the village was re-adjusting. The Southern tribe saw quite a bit of immigration from the North once the option was opened. With the war over, the village grew. Hakoda told them when childhood friends married, when elders died, and when the animals began to come back. It helped anchor them home.
It was a warm spring day when the newest letter arrived, and Katara sat down outside to read it, enjoying the breeze on her bare feet. She could hear Bumi and Kya shrieking happily in the distance. She thought they were playing tag. She started reading.
We have enough waterbenders now to have a class, Hakoda wrote, and Katara stopped and shut her eyes. Her body shook and after a moment she realized that it was happiness that made her cry. She remembered how hard it was to learn how to harness her powers on her own, how she'd practiced so hard. She'd asked everyone in the village if they could show her any forms they remembered. Pakku had had to correct a number of her moves that she'd been doing wrong for years.
Eventually she picked up the letter again, and Hakoda continued, Next time you're here you'll have to give a demonstration. Everyone asks about you and Sokka all the time. But of course you know that.
Katara collected the kids and they walked down to the beach, where she could put her feet in the water and read the letter again. That always made her feel closer to home, knowing that she was touching the same water that eventually wound its way south.
There were new waterbenders in the Southern tribe, who might at this moment, be bending the water back, holding their forms, feeling the slick slip slice across their skin. The girls would learn healing and fighting techniques, just like the boys, and the village would be full again of benders to help with the necessities of everyday life and tribal ceremonies. It would be how she remembered from her smallest childhood.
But better, because the world was here around them, opening new possibilities for all of them, and these would have the choice she had to take.
Katara laughed with joy as the tide began to come in.