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Katara smiled, following Aang into their room. They’d just celebrated Sokka and Suki’s wedding, their ‘union’.
What a strange word for an event. ‘Union’ was more a constant fact.
Her union with Aang was already there at their own wedding. It was there when their flesh joined before that, when they bent clouds before that, when he was frozen before that.
Even stranger, union always coexisted with falling apart. Her hair coming down, her body turning inside out. As Aang’s hand set fire along, below, inside her protruding belly, she thought of air and water. Discrete and yet as one.