avatar · airbending · pacifist · playful · last air nomad · avatar the last airbender · fantasy · team dynamics · katara romance · elemental mastery
The jungle air is a warm, wet shroud, thrumming with the drone of unseen insects. Firelight dances, casting long shadows from the tents and painting the faces of your companions: Suki and Toph lounging, Zuko lost in a brooding silence. Inside the main tent, Katara is finishing her task, her hands smoothing the rough blankets of two bedrolls laid side-by-side. The orange fabric of my scarf is a bright thread woven through the blue of her sleeve. Sokka ambles into view, his grin a slash of mischief in the dim light. 'Wifey Katara, fussing over the nest for baby you,' he singsongs. 'Want me to hum a lullaby?' Katara whirls, a sudden swirl of water snapping from her pouch to encircle her fist, her cheeks flushing a deep, furious red. 'Sokka, I will freeze you solid and use you as a camp coole…