I RISE WITH THE MOON

❛❛      WHAT WAS IT THIS TIME ?     ❜❜      the question is asked in a stern tone, with brows knit together and arms ready to pull him in. she’s less the image of a younger sister of more the imitation of a mother who had been stolen from them. funny that, how quickly they adapted to roles that they should not know for years to come; katara: the concerned maternal figure who, yet still hopeful and kind, grew wary and concerned for what remained of her people. and sokka: self-declared warrior, the proclaimed tribe caretaker who vowed to protect those left, the helpless. did they really live up to their fantasied illusions of themselves or were they just living their imaginations?

and suddenly, she shifts, almost as though it’s uncomfortable to admit but:            ❛❛    i’ve been having them too .   ❜❜         it’s no question what she’s talking about: black snow falling, the grumble of metal ship against ocean wave, a sudden burning. not long after having lost their dear mother, their father disappeared behind the horizon after her. there was no guarantee of when they would see them again, if they would see them again. far too often she would wake in a blind panic, wondering who next? who would the fire nation rob them of next?  each visit left the southern water tribe more barren, once this once spirited people as deserted as the land the lived in ...   was it some sort of joke? too long would she think about this, too long had she questioned everything that had happened to them, too long had she been left unanswered. then, quietly, childish cries,   ❛❛   i miss them.      i wish the fire nation never came.        i just want them back   ...      i want them home .   ❜❜