Who: Katara OT the rest of the gaang What: A continuation of this thread since it disappeared. When: Morning after the spat at the tea shop with Jet and Zuko. Where: At the gaang's house. Rating: PG Status: Incomplete
"Hey Katara. Hey Aang. What's for breakfast?" Whatever Aang and Katara were talking about, serious as it was, could not possibly have been more important than breakfast. Bunching his hair up into the its normal ponytail and throwing a meaningful glance at Katara he added, "and who's making it?"
With a small sigh, Katara moved to sit on the topmost step, curling her arms around her knees. "The thing about something good is that people want to keep it all to themselves." She watched two women passing, dressed in gold and green, smiling and chatting animatedly. Ever after the drill had come close to breaking into the city, the people in Ba Sing Se acted as though nothing in the world were wrong. Could it be that they all knew the Avatar was there, and simply put all their faith into his saving them any time a threat should arise? People did foolish things when faced with the loss of something they counted important.
"I'm not trying to make excuses," she prefaced, "but sometimes people act without thinking. Hiding Appa could seem as logical to someone as keeping a message from someone to keep them from leaving." There was no accusation in her tone, but she was alluding to the scroll Aang had unintentionally intercepted about her father and where he would be. "Fear is a powerful motivator."
her eyes followed the path of the kicked rock, listening to the undercurrent of anger is Aang's usually jovial voice. "I always feel like we're being watched," she admitted. She glanced around instinctively. "I was beginning to think it was just me and my paranoia." Her brow wrinkled. "And then there's the whole Joo Dee thing." Katara shuddered. "Something is definitely not right with this city. The sooner we can see the king, the sooner we can leave. I just wish I could figure out how to do that, exactly."
Sokka liked the days where he could wake up gradually. None of this Momo-jumping-in-his-sleeping-bag or Appa-licking-his-face (read: entire body) stuff. Yeah, this was the life. As crazy and frustrating as things were in Ba Sing Se, there was definitely something to be said for soft beds and regular meals. Sokka sat up in bed, grinned at his completely non-wilderness surroundings, and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
As he crossed the room, pausing to stretch in a leisurely manner, he became aware of the sound of voices in the next room; Katara and Aang were talking. And by their tones, they were discussing something serious. Grabbing his comb, he began to tame his bedhead as he stepped from his room to check out what was going on.
"Hey Katara. Hey Aang. What's for breakfast?" Whatever Aang and Katara were talking about, serious as it was, could not possibly have been more important than breakfast. Bunching his hair up into the its normal ponytail and throwing a meaningful glance at Katara he added, "and who's making it?"