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Katara struggles to maintain the dignity of a Water Tribe’s chief as the Fire Nation ship comes into view of their shores.
Without the observing eyes, she would have run. As fast as her feet and the thick snow would allow.
She would have glided across the icy waters. As far as her bending would take her.
It is only duty that stops the instinct. The same duty that kept her in the South Pole and him on the islands and their love on parchment instead of the world.
“Sokka told me once that there’s an average of two hundred and forty solar eclipses every century,” she quietly, casually tells Zuko over the welcoming meal. “I thought it was a pointless bit of knowledge.”
His breath hitches. The smile he shows her is for their delegations too. An “Is that so?” smile.
“Two hundred and forty?” he answers just as quietly. “It’s been half a century for us… The sun and moon have caught more glimpses of each other than you and I have. At least a hundred glimpses more.”
“It turns out not so trivial at all. The years and our letters made me envy the sun and moon.”