Kataang Week: Day One!
I am trying to get a picture and fic done for every day! D: IT WILL BE A PAIN.
Prompt: Umbrella (WHAT A GOOD PROMPT, LOL)
She honestly never expected to return to that tiny village at the foot of a volcano. It was a special memory, one that she’d carefully filed away for safekeeping, but that was all. So when she and Aang wearily walked up the stairs and onto the cobbled street, the memories emerged.
A silly dream, of tall men and papayas.
Aang, facing an erupting volcano.
And something about a great romance….
With a smile, she gave Aang’s hand a squeeze. He raised a brow, curious; she shrugged.
“Welcome, welcome,” a familiar voice called, the texture slightly rougher than the last time she’d heard it. Aunt Wu descended from the podium, arms spread wide and a grin on her wrinkled lips. “Why, I haven’t seen the two of you in over a year!” Before Katara could protest, the old woman pulled her into a gentle hug.
“So,” Aunt Wu began, leaning back to study the waterbender’s face thoughtfully. “I suppose you are just passing through, no more than an hour. Might I ask, young lady, if your prediction came true?”
A blush found its way to her cheeks despite herself, and she glanced over at Aang (who was looking rather smug, she noted). She nodded, a soft, “Perhaps,” spilling from her in one quick breath..
“And what about you, dear?” She watched Aang’s head snap to attention. “I take it you listened to my advice?”
“More than you know,” he replied steadily. Katara wondered what it was she’d told him, but the thought dispersed as the villagers began showing the two around. After they’d seen nearly every crevice and accepted almost every offering, they prepared to set out once more. They were already running late, much to Katara’s distaste, and had to hurry along.
“Here.”
Turning, Katara was slightly confused by the red umbrella the elder woman was handing to her. “But it’s so nice out!”
Wu winked and placed the gift in the girl’s hands. “You’ll need it, trust me.”
The road was quiet, green grass swaying gently in a cool breeze. Katara twirled the open umbrella above her head, lost in her thoughts, as Aang strolled casually beside her. What had been predicted for him? What advice? She had no intention of prying, but….
“You don’t need to use that now,” the Avatar said, moving closer and bumping his shoulder to hers in a playful manner.
She sniffed and insisted, “Well, I’m just being prepared. Her predictions have never been wrong before!”
He laughed. “Every one?” There was a gleam in his eyes that she couldn’t quite make out as he added, “Even the one from a year ago?”
“I’d like to think so!” was her response, and she began to believe that Aang somehow knew. Smirking, she leaned forward; the umbrella slid to cover both teens. “But I don’t know… maybe this isn’t the romance she foretold.”
He leaned closer, his breath warm on her cheeks. “I am a powerful bender, you know.”
“I thought so! How did you…?” Her sense of reason was dwindling as the boy’s lips inched closer.
A chuckle. “I’m the Avatar--I know a lot.” And he closed the distance between them.
Another memory, of red umbrellas on rainless days--it contrasted with a similar scene in her mind (so long ago now, back when she was unaware). She made sure to put it with the rest of her precious memories.
Prompt: Umbrella (WHAT A GOOD PROMPT, LOL)
She honestly never expected to return to that tiny village at the foot of a volcano. It was a special memory, one that she’d carefully filed away for safekeeping, but that was all. So when she and Aang wearily walked up the stairs and onto the cobbled street, the memories emerged.
A silly dream, of tall men and papayas.
Aang, facing an erupting volcano.
And something about a great romance….
With a smile, she gave Aang’s hand a squeeze. He raised a brow, curious; she shrugged.
“Welcome, welcome,” a familiar voice called, the texture slightly rougher than the last time she’d heard it. Aunt Wu descended from the podium, arms spread wide and a grin on her wrinkled lips. “Why, I haven’t seen the two of you in over a year!” Before Katara could protest, the old woman pulled her into a gentle hug.
“So,” Aunt Wu began, leaning back to study the waterbender’s face thoughtfully. “I suppose you are just passing through, no more than an hour. Might I ask, young lady, if your prediction came true?”
A blush found its way to her cheeks despite herself, and she glanced over at Aang (who was looking rather smug, she noted). She nodded, a soft, “Perhaps,” spilling from her in one quick breath..
“And what about you, dear?” She watched Aang’s head snap to attention. “I take it you listened to my advice?”
“More than you know,” he replied steadily. Katara wondered what it was she’d told him, but the thought dispersed as the villagers began showing the two around. After they’d seen nearly every crevice and accepted almost every offering, they prepared to set out once more. They were already running late, much to Katara’s distaste, and had to hurry along.
“Here.”
Turning, Katara was slightly confused by the red umbrella the elder woman was handing to her. “But it’s so nice out!”
Wu winked and placed the gift in the girl’s hands. “You’ll need it, trust me.”
The road was quiet, green grass swaying gently in a cool breeze. Katara twirled the open umbrella above her head, lost in her thoughts, as Aang strolled casually beside her. What had been predicted for him? What advice? She had no intention of prying, but….
“You don’t need to use that now,” the Avatar said, moving closer and bumping his shoulder to hers in a playful manner.
She sniffed and insisted, “Well, I’m just being prepared. Her predictions have never been wrong before!”
He laughed. “Every one?” There was a gleam in his eyes that she couldn’t quite make out as he added, “Even the one from a year ago?”
“I’d like to think so!” was her response, and she began to believe that Aang somehow knew. Smirking, she leaned forward; the umbrella slid to cover both teens. “But I don’t know… maybe this isn’t the romance she foretold.”
He leaned closer, his breath warm on her cheeks. “I am a powerful bender, you know.”
“I thought so! How did you…?” Her sense of reason was dwindling as the boy’s lips inched closer.
A chuckle. “I’m the Avatar--I know a lot.” And he closed the distance between them.
Another memory, of red umbrellas on rainless days--it contrasted with a similar scene in her mind (so long ago now, back when she was unaware). She made sure to put it with the rest of her precious memories.