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[kyasdaughter]

[The door to Katara's room is hanging wide open, revealing what rather resembles a small Inuit village. There are tents thrown up, and people mill around in thick parkas and gloves, interacting amicably with each other in vague, mumbled tones that one would have to strain to here

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[itwas_raining]

[Another room she doesn't know. Another place she doesn't know. Anywhere is better than being trapped in her own mind right now, though, so she'll wander inside. There's something about it that draws her in, anyway.

Maybe it's the snow. It reminds her of somewhere she's been before, that cold, remote satellite no one ever really went to. As she steps inside the door and takes in her surroundings, she can almost hear that song playing in her head.]

[kyasdaughter]

[Katara looks up at Julia, seeming slightly startled before smiling gently at her.]

It's nice, isn't it? The snow.

[itwas_raining]

[And Julia is almost equally startled. She hadn't realized that there was someone else here. But she recovers quickly. It's an art that she's mastered.

She looks at the girl, returning something of a small smile before setting her gaze back out in the direction of the village.]

Mm. [Her assent. And then a pause.] It... reminds me of someone.

[kyasdaughter]

[It reminds her of someone, too - lots of people, actually. She hefts some snow into her hands, patting it into a soft ball.]

Do you want to sit and -- talk about it?

[itwas_raining]

About what?

[Her voice is quiet, somewhat distracted as she continues to look off into the distance. It's clear that she's losing herself in thought.]

[kyasdaughter]

The person it reminds you of. Sorry, I'm not trying to pry..

[itwas_raining]

[That sort of pulls her back to reality for the moment. She looks back at Katara once more.]

It's all right.

[She's silent for a moment.]

I met him a long time ago.

[kyasdaughter]

Yeah?

[Katara doesn't mind the silence. It's peaceful.]

How?

[itwas_raining]

[She looks (and sounds) as though she's about a million miles away. Thinking, remembering.]

He played the same song every night.

[kyasdaughter]

[She smiles slightly, mildly.]

That sounds really romantic.

[itwas_raining]

[At that, she gives a quiet, brief laugh.]

It wasn't like that.

[kyasdaughter]

Tell me - what was it like, then?

[She draws her knees to her chest, watching Julia curiously.]