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It was the initial background that she thought about first. She could pick the Southern Water tribe, or Iroh's tea shop where she was last curled up in peace, or even the Northern Water tribe, where she first set her sights on Twi and La. After consideration though, she knew exactly where she wanted to go: someplace wide and big, with space and an air of quiet. So there was no doubt of where she wanted that place to be.

"The Western Air Temple, please."

A minute later what was nothing now became the scenic ruins of the Western Air Temple, right down to the statue of the past Air bending Avatar. The scenery gave Katara a sense of calm in an obviously stormy past few hours where she had to make do with the ever present reality of being kidnapped from her own world. If it was still IN her world, it would be so less extraordinary, and she would already have been making plans of escape. She might even be able to reason with her captors before fighting them, and she would be on her way back home, maybe even Ember island again where the Avatar crew had gotten together before their great battle.

But this was no situation she could reason OR fight her way out of. In fact, the very idea that she could recreate this place was mind boggling, especially considering the damage Combustion man and Azula had done to it in trying to attack them. It all seemed so real she had to force herself to remember it wasn't, just a trick of the mind that once again Sokka would be lost to try and rationalize. Katara was far beyond forcing any of this to fit in her view of the world, or even trying to comprehend it all. It wasn't a bad dream or Sokka wouldn't be here, nor Mai. The people she'd met ( Luna, Rosie, the naked mole rat, Mr. Wednesday, Chief, Picard) were all too distinctive to be figments of her imagination. If she couldn't trust what was right in front of her, what was there left to trust in at all?

Of course, considering she just recreated an air temple, that argument wasn't the best one.

And it would have been harder to believe if there weren't others, like her, who'd come from the pods recently too. It was partly why she'd talk to many people in the first place: they'd been brought here too and were just as mystified. Each had their own experiences too, their own worlds where they had to deal with impossible circumstances just like her. Rosie and Luna in particular stuck in her mind, probably because they were girls like her dealing with death and malignant forces.

Still, all of this was nothing, and she knew this well enough, compared to what her heart was feeling. She was overtaken by the beauty of the air temple, and the craziness of this ship, traveling through space, and all of the people she was meeting, she really was. But none of this prevented the shuddering sob in her chest now able to break free, the ache that she'd felt the moment she broke free from the pod. Because despite it all, ALL of it, there was one person still on her mind, one dig that hurt more than having to help fight some other good fight again. She could deal with it all, everything in the world of drooling monsters and funny aliens and interstellar travel and fake recreations...if he were here.

And now, in the fake air temple could she allow herself to fall to her knees and start to cry. No one was watching and no one could think she were weak.

Oh Aang, she thought to herself. Why can't you be here? I miss you already.

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Having absorbed as much from the crowded observation deck as she could for the moment, Angela quietly slipped out, as she had noticed a few others doing. She walked down a very green hallway, one hand worrying the light veins in her plantsuit, and picked corridors at random, keeping to wide, brightly lit walls. It was a leisurely walk, with no ultimate purpose, although finding a food stand would have been nice. Her curly hair was beginning to stick to her forehead, she noticed irritably.

A ship, but no the kind that floated in water. Magical, almost surely. A living ship? Swallowed by a fish large enough to be a ship. Haha. And the others? Enough for a town, a city. She stopped, cocking her head. Why, then? Surely others had simply appeared here too, leaving lives, families, behind. Was it some kind of agreement, made and forgotten? She started walking again, now able to ignore her clothing.

Angela peered around a spongy corner and into...A different world? She took in the rocks and and ruined buildings before settling her gaze on the girl in the room. She frowned slightly, considering leaving Katara to work whatever it was out, but the raw amount of yearning in the air kept her rooted. She look a deep breath and stepped fully into view.

"It's a lot to absorb, leaving so much behind. And without warning." She gave a faint smile, concern in her open face. A few years working as a medic had honed the herbalist's soothing tone, and eased forward, keeping herself a respectful distance away.

Katara sniffed, wiping her cheek. "It's not leaving behind, although I'm definitely feeling homesick. I don't even mind having to help people. I don't leave people to suffer. It's just...there's somebody in my world I really miss, and he's the kind of person that would have really gotten behind this. It's because of him that I'm a better person, and I really hate it that I'm without him."

Katara took a deep breath. "I didn't even realize people could get in here too, not that I mind. I just don't like getting so worked up like this. It's a lot to take in, but I've had a lot to deal with before. I mean, we survived the WAR!"

She sighed, and looked into the distance then turned red. "Um, I meant to ask...who are you? God, I've been just blabbing, haven't I?"

"Not blabbing. I would be glad of an open ear, too, if I had my own problems." Like being captured by a sentient ship and plopped down without any guidance. She frowned. "Angela. I was wandering. Sorry for popping in.

"So now you're here, and he's not, and nothing makes sense. How could you be crying at a time like this?" She rolled her eyes in fake exasperation, walking the rest of the length next to the girl and tilting her head to the side thoughtfully. "There are a lot of people here. You could have missed him. He could be in one of those pods - not that I would encourage you to try and find him there." So many. This must be some army in progress. "And...I'm sure he would want to hear about your adventures if he's not here. If he's the sort that enjoys this, you should make sure to get as many details as possible, fight the front line." She held up her own leather notebook cheerfully. "I write things that interest me in here." At least, when she has some kind of writing utensil.

Katara had to laugh a little. "It's not all its cracked up to be. Sometimes things would really be easier for me if I were less like my element. Though like I said, I think this place is so, well, out there, I should just stop thinking that there will actually be a moment where I'm completely alone."

And for now, Katara was Ok with that. If she were alone she would be thinking about Aang more. But what Angela was saying was right. Se had to have faith she would see Aang again: it would make sense because Aang WAS the Avatar, so why wouldn't Stacy bring him here? It was foolish to think that Sokka and her would be the only ones, they worked better as a team. Hadn't she told Sokka that when he thought Stacy erased Mai's memories instead of her being brought from an earlier time? Katara couldn't explain how she knew, she just did.

"Trust me Angela, if you're a writer, I definitely have stories for you. Its not everyday a simple Southern Watertribe girl discovers the Avatar and eventually becomes a waterbending master. If you'd told me this before I ever met Aang, I would have thought you were crazy."

There was something about this ship that made things somehow easier. The people were so varied, so different, like Angela. Katara was beginning to realize fighting for Stacy might not feel like such a forced burden after all.

Seeing Katara perk up a bit helped Angela settle. Anything comfy to sit on? She was still carrying her things around, and decided to place them by her feet, staying crouched at Katara's eye level. "Stories? I'm always ready for stories. I like being a part of them, too. What's this about elements and water tribes?" Wandering tribes, like the warlike Urgals in the desert?

Katara took a deep breath. Wow, she could definitely get into that. Katara by now was sitting cross legged on the ground, very much at home with that since they were always traveling and having to settle down before the next day.

"Well, where I come from, territories are divided by their element and their corresponding nation. The Earth nation is the largest strip of land, and there are where earthbenders live. The can control anything made of earth, and their stances are usually rigid in accordance with their element. They're practically imoveable, and I should know. Maybe you'll meet Toph sometime and you'll see what I mean!

"Then there are the Air nomads, who are located, big surprise, in the air. They control the wind, and their stances, big surprise, go with the flow. They're really the best at defense, making their opponent do work and evading before delivering one strong blow.

"The Fire Nation have an island apart from the Earth Nation, not as big, but believe me, definitely felt in ALL the nations now. Their stance is quick and dangerous, like the element they control. I'm a pretty bad person to ask about fire though: its the opposite of my element, and the Fire Nation have had a role in the disappearance of almost all the Waterbenders in the South Pole. I'm the only one left, thanks to them."

Katara took a breath, then walked toward the precipice of a cliff, not far from where they were. She closed her eyes and stuck her hands out, and at first it looked as if she were grasping the air. Soon though, Katara raised her hands, and a small ball of water was flowing in her hands.

The humidity did not complement her hair, but it did work for her in other ways.

"Which brings us to the Water benders, located in the North and South pole. We're fluid, moving in a dance that's both beautiful and precise. In that way we can be as deadly as the Fire Nation: we just look more subdued."

Katara sat down again. "What about your world?"

Angela tried to imagine Katara's world as the girl spoke. Everything was so different - divided. But it must be nice to be categorized by clan. Natural loyalties, instead of accepting foreign kings.

"Where I am from, humans are ruled by one king, who is chosen by birthright. The defenders of the land are elf and human dragon riders - they are mindlinked to the great dragons, who were one of the first to exist. Dragons fly over the land and protect its citizens, mainly from each other." She added wryly. "Elves and dwarves have separate cities and rulers, but help the dragon riders keep peace from Urgals and Ra'zac, hunters and warriors with less honor than men." She thought of the bloody system the Urgals had in place to choose their own king. Not that they were barbaric, just less accustomed to peaceful negotiation. "It's a complicated place, but the system works fairly well. Balanced, like your own four nations." It really was much more complex, she thought. Each human town had slightly different customs and legends, depending on location. Women had their own caste system, expectations, and duties. It was all too easy to set foot out of line and be labeled as an outsider, dangerous and unknown.

"Dwarves are stubborn and don't like change, much like elves. Elves are more open minded, but tend to lose track of the world outside their forest. Both races live much longer than humans, and so hold much of our knowledge.

"Ra'zac are man-killers, big batlike things that are designed to hunt down humans." Distastefuly, Angela changed subject. "The dwarves and Urgals have very interesting religious views on the creation of the world. I'll show you my notes some time..."

She quietly murmured "adurna," putting her hands on the ground to cup a small amount of water that was bubbling up from the common underground reservoirs. Days ago, Angela would have thought Katara either foolish or much more powerful for choosing not to use the Ancient Language to control the water. All magicians were taught to use the words to focus, lest magic get out of hand by a straying mind and lash out. The pool stopped growing as Angela felt the spell leech her strength slightly.

Katara listened with rapt attention. She'd only been here a day, yet it felt perfectly natural to discuss her world and hear about other people's worlds. It was a way of somehow communicating the hardships and the homesickness at the same time. Katara was already on her heels to start asking questions about that world, and what Angela's own role was in it.

Of course, calling the water with words was also something that Katara wasn't expecting. It was interesting, the kind of magic she'd seen from other people in such a short amount of time. It was interesting and worrisome at the same time. What kind of thing were they fighting eventually anyway?

"That's really neat," Katara commented. "Your world sounds as complicated as mine. So what are the Urgals like?"

Thoughts moving along the same lines, Angela had begun to realize what Wyn had meant about this being a meeting place of all the different worlds. She supposed there would be a lot of comparing worlds, as much to meet people as to relieve homesickness. There were already overlapping similarities with everyone she had talked to, along with complete contradictions, such as Katara's and Angela's magic.

As the water disappeared, she thought how best to explain one of the less well-liked species of Alagaesia. "Haha...Most - humans, anyway - know almost nothing of Urgals. The only interaction they have is when an Urgal tribe becomes restless and attacks a village - not because they dislike the humans, but because they have to fight to earn respect or hold positions. So humans hate and fear them." She had lived with Urgals for a few years, learning to their language and how to see them as people. It was as good for her as it had been for them. They had learned about the rest of Alagaesia, and she had come to respect them as sentient beings, as smart as humans, with their own personalities and hierarchies. "They're very tall and muscular, with twisted horns. Kulls are very big Urgals, like royalty. Strong and smart.

"But your home sounds so peaceful, except for the Fire Benders. They are becoming out of control? Actually wiping out so many people. Is there any force that watches over all the nations?"

Katara took some of the water and began weaving it around her, wanting to at least get some practice since she had difficult practicing on the ship due to lack of water. Katara did like hearing about these other worlds: all so different from each other, and another piece of the puzzle answering why they'd been brought here in the first place. That, after all, was the question that Katara was curious about, and would continue to think about. Once answered, she was sure finding where Aang was wouldn't be too far behind.

"The Urgals sound complicated," she finally said, thinking a moment. "It's a little like what I think of the Fire Nation minus the cruelty. A lot of what they do is motivated by making themselves stronger, able to do things others can't. But it starts becoming wrong once they subject others to the idea that we're inferior, that we live to be conquered by them. To stop them, or any nation that tries to harm the others, there is a person of balance, who works in the interest of all people: The Avatar."

Katara sighed, stretching her arms. "The very person I'm missing right now."

Her eye followed the stream of water, enjoying the artistry of it. Such a beautiful thing to do - she wondered if the elves had thought of anything similar in their closed-off forest. It seemed very elven, what with their weakness for beauty. Perhaps she could show - once this ended and she was actually in her own world again, Angela reminded herself.

"Ah...It's very self-destructive, how we always aim for power. The need to be strong and admired, to strike fear in others...This is a very common theme in many places, I'm sure." She sighed, lost in thought for a moment, looking past Katara and off the cliff. So many countries, founded with good intentions, their rulers warped to greed over generations. "But your Avatar? You know him or her personally, then? you must be close, to miss them so much. Not to pry." She didn't want Katara upset again, of course, but she vaguely thought maybe she could keep an eye out for an Avatar wandering around the ship. Her face stayed steady, not revealing those last thoughts.

Katara didn't feel like it was showing off, as it felt natural to her, and necessary. She tried to explain this to Haru's mother before when she tried to make him stop earthbending, only to find another firenation stronghold manipulating and putting down downtrodden citizens.

"I agree. I've never thought it was important to have that power, although I've used it once, when I was looking for revenge. It's not really a time I was proud of, but the motivation was for a wrong that happened to me when I was very young, which was done, again, by reason for putting down other people."

Katara sighed. "Yes, I know the Avatar. I was actually the one who released him from an iceberg not too long ago. He found out he'd been in ice for a hundred years, and since then his people had all been killed. Me and my brother accompanied him on his mission to learn the other elements and restore balance to the world by defeating the fire nation. Over that time, he became a very important person to me, and I to him. I don't like admitting it so openly, but I really miss him and I want to see him again."

A grimace, her eyes old. "I've abused my own power, too. And I know many others that do on a regular basis. It get better as you find worldly experience."

She smiled after a second, intrigued by this Avatar. "So, he slept for a hundred years, and you two were there at the right time to help him out with his mission. His people were the other Air Benders, right? Sounds like wyrda - fate. It's a good thing it was you and not someone of another nature.

"...And you would grow close with so many trials. What's wrong with admitting it?" Angela exclaimed cheerfully. "He cares for you - and you, him. Bonds are not easily formed or broken." She stressed the last two words. "Besides, they'll end up writing ballads about you if it was that big of a deal, and you know how they love the most outrageous details. Reminds me of a story or two myself." She sat back more comfortably. "It's better to be open about things and not bottle them up. Really! It's such a bad habit, and so easy to cure." Too easy, her rolling eyes seemed to suggest. "At my shop - I sell herbs, medicine - half my customers come in to complain about this or another for half an hour before buying anything, if they end up even looking, that is. Everything from aching toes to cheating spouses. I can cure the first, but the second is something that just needs an ear...I've started keeping myself holed up in the back room, putting a bell on the counter, and only talking in depth with the ones that need it.. And Solembum, my cat," werecat, actually. And she missed him terribly, Angela thought absently as she talked. "Well, he'd lay around and ignore them until they were uncomfortable enough to do something productive."

It was just a glimpse, but Katara saw something in Angela that she hadn't seen before: a look of pained experience, like she had lived longer than even Katara had thought. She didn't know why she didn't see it before. What else was Angela hiding?

Katara nodded. "Yes. it couldn't be a random coincidence that I met him around the time the firebenders were mobilizing to make another assault on the other nations, and Aang got to see firsthand how the Firelords' military occupation affected all of these other people. At the same time, I found out that, no matter what nation anyone was from, I couldn't sit back and allow bad things to happen.

Katara laughed. "The idea of someone writing a ballad about Aang and I seems so weird! Still, its not completely impossible. I have to admit that he's come through for me at times that I never even asked. There was a time where he needed to be taught by a guru in order to control the Avatar state, his strongest weapon to defend himself. He left when he sensed I was captured, and get really badly hurt trying to help me. Now? There's nothing I wouldn't do for Aang if he ever needed me. He and I used to keep those kind of feelings to ourselves, and we...well, I denied them. I just want to see him again."

Her face was pretty ageless, smooth but not young and round. More thin and weathered from years spent traveling and walking outside. When she shifted her weight it was effortless, like a seasoned fighter or someone accustomed to physical labor. She smiled easily and openly, a halfhearted attempt to ease any unease Katara may have felt around her. There was no malice in her thoughts at the moment; she just preferred to direct others' views of her, for a variety of personal reasons.

"I'm sure it will work out. You were there when he needed you, and those things have a habit of repeating themselves." A somewhat empty reassurance, for Angela, but she meant it sincerely. At least, if things had worked out so well for the pair in the past, she reasoned, it had a good chance of happening again. Like finding that last ingredient just when you need it, even though it wasn't growing anywhere in the area a week ago when it could be sold for some extra money. "Things have a habit of working out," She repeated lightly, standing.

"You probably came here for some peace and quiet - it's a good atmosphere for thinking. I'll leave you to that if I'm a bother. I'm still trying to find the dining hall." Angela grinned sheepishly, thinking of her suddenly failing sense of direction. "All the halls looks similar, and no one can give anything more specific than 'around a few bends that way.'"

Katara watched her with rapt attention. The way she moved was effortless, and now she could see exactly how experienced she was. It made her wonder more about her story, and she'd have to remind herself to keep an eye on her.

"I hope so. When we were dealing with the war, there wasn't any time to talk about us. Aang was ready, but I still had to have more time. I realize that I should have said something...one time, his feelings for me were thrown back at him in a play. I should have assured him how much I cared. I wish I;d spent a little more time with him in our world. I hope I see him here."

Katara laughed. "Well, I was thinking about meditating later, but you're definitely not bothering me. There's so much I want to learn about here. Things are so different, and I almost wish I had time to sit and ask everyone about their lives."

She nodded sympathetically. "Why does it work like that? I've had one or two similar stories myself, but they all slipped away in the end anyway. Just keep an eye out, and I'll do the same. If he's such a strong person, I'm sure he could help with whatever Stacy's planning.

"I know exactly what you mean!" She grinned. "So many new people, new places to explore. It's like the middle of everything, and there's so much to do that there's no time to go off on your own much." Never mind that Angela was abducted and stripped and put in a gooey pod for however long. She was curious enough to forgive that for now and get involved; how willing to help others depended on her opinions of them and her own personal gain. On that happy thought, she cheerily picked her way towards the exit of the ruined temple, waving behind her at Katara.

Eddie was going to have his daily sensorium session (rollercoaster this time) when he heard something from one of the rooms he was passing. Eddie listens carefully and realizes it's the sound of sobbing.

"Someone's crying in a sensorium? Something is very wrong here." Eddie enters the room and is greeted by the ruins of the Western Air Temple, a place unlike any he had ever seen before. For a moment, he forgets about the crying and just stares around at the upside down pagodas hanging over a chasm. Eddie takes a few steps, taking it all in before he remembers why he came in here.

"I wonder if you can lock these things." Eddie finally spots the source of the crying. It was a brown haired, dark skinned girl, one he hadn't seen on the ship before. "She must be new."

Eddie just watches her silently a moment. He had not thought of what to do at this point. It might be best to leave her alone with her feelings. After all, she was a stranger, who was he to butt in? But Eddie could not just walk away from someone alone and crying and possibly in trouble. Eddie takes a few steps towards her and clears his throat.

"Uhm, hey, are you okay?"

Katara was startled yet again. She really was going to have to adjust to this kind of intrusion, although just like earlier it was still welcome. Not trying to think about Aang here was hard, especially when he was the one who had brought them here in the first place. Katara wiped her face and looked to see who had come in.

There was no way of hiding the initial shock on her face. She hadn't expected to see anybody like this, mostly because the last weird thing of that magnitude was a talking naked mole rat.

He looked like...well, like a devil really, like the personification of monsters most people see in their worst nightmares, causing them to cry out in the night. Of course, most devils didn't go around asking you about your feelings either, so Katara didn't see an initial reason to scream and jump back. She was, however, immensely curious now.

"Well, yeah, though a little surprised," she admitted. "I guess you could say I'm a little homesick, especially when it comes to certain people. I'll admit, though, you're the last kind of person I expected to see. What's your name?"

She could spill her guts later. This place just got all the more surprising."

Eddie smiles, relieved that she seems better now and isn't screaming in terror at him.

"I understand how you feel. My first week here was pretty nerve wracking, but you get used to it." Eddie stands up straight and puts his hands on his hips.

"I'm Red Devil, but just call me Eddie. I haven't been here as long as most, but I know my way around the ship. So what's your name? And what is this place anyway? There's nothing like it where I'm from."

Katara smiled. In this place, looks were definitely deceiving, or at least a superficial way to look at others. Who couldn't relate to being here and being nervous? She had a lot to think about, and she'd only been here her second day. Katara was just wondering when she might meet someone who was less than nice here, it hadn't happened so far.

"My name is Katara, and this is the Western Air Temple. I's abandoned now, since there are no Airbenders left. We hid out here after the failure of the fire nation on the day of the eclipse."

"An Air Temple?" Eddie asks, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to the side. He took another glance at the scenery around him. "I guess air would be a good way to describe this place." Eddie crouches down, getting eye level with Katara.

"So, is an airbender someone who controls air? I've heard that Zuko guy talk about being a firebender and the Fire Nation, but I wasn't really sure what he meant."

Katara laughed. "Considering its in such a secluded place, and it has such opens space, yeah. Of course, a lot of the air temples are like that, for obvious reasons."

Katara nodded. "Yeah, airebenders control the air. I'm a waterbender, so I control water." Katara could have gotten into detail, but it was the second day and she had already explained it several times. Katara decided it would be easier to just answer specific questions.

"Oh cool! I haven't met many hydrokinetics." Eddie says excitedly. "There are plenty people from my world who can control ice or live underwater, but not many who actually control it."

Eddie thinks about what Katara said about element bending.

"Sssssooooooo....... if I can control fire, does that technically make me a firebender?"

Katara thought about it a minute. "You know, just a little while ago I've met people who could make water appear out of nowhere, or could speak a word of magic and have it do things. When I think of our kind of bending though, it isn't just controlling the element. It's also about what you DO to control it. Its a martial art as well as an ability, and to do it well you have to learn to control the emotions within yourself too. Before meeting Aang, my waterbending was at novice level, and when I got mad it tended to get a little out of control."

After all, that was HOW she found Aang in the first place: getting angry at Sokka for being his occasional chauvinist self.

"Hmm, okay, then I don't think I'm a firebender. All I can really do with fire is breath it and engulf my body in it. I got to be careful not to get too hot, like if I get too angry." Eddie's tail flicked from side to side. He took in a deep breath and blew a few puffs of smoke from his nose.

"My body's just really different. How do people from your world learn how to bend?"

"Well, no one can really engulf themselves in fire, though I know the Dragon of the West can do it," Katara reasoned aloud. "Still, the same rule applies with the elements if you get too angry. I know when I got angry, things tend to shatter or overflow."

She thought the puffs of smoke looked pretty neat though.

"So I see! In my world, you're born with the ability, but to actually be good at it takes years of studying, or running away from enemies trying to kill you and making up new bending moves as you go along."

"Yeah, people trying to kill you tends to bring out the best in us." Eddie says says sarcastically. "What's the Dragon of the West? Some kind of mythical dragon beast from your world?"

She really shouldn't have been amused by the thought of people kill her, but it was a little funny the way Eddie put it. "No, the Dragon of the West is an actual person. They called him that because he was able to shoot fire from his mouth. He was a very strong firebender, and he wound up helping to save an Earth Nation city later."

"Hm. I breath fire all the time and no one calls me dragon of anything." Eddie grins, sarcastic again. "He sounds pretty bad ass."

Katara did laugh at this. "Well, for you it look slike its not much of an effort, but for a plain human, its pretty extraordinary. Most Firebender can't do anything like that, if any at all. Of course, even really dangerous and vicious firebenders are capable of doing amazing things."

Not that it didn't make them crazy, sadistic killers, Katara added in her thoughts, thinking of Firelord Ozai and his daughter Azula.

"Well, we don't have powers quite like that in my world." There was Killer Frost, Fire, Red Tornado, and Geo Force, but none of their powers were like bending.

"Anyway, like I said, this is a pretty cool place. Are other places in your world as cool?"

Katara laughed. "It takes a lot of practice to be that good though. It juts doen't happen overnight. A bender is only as good as the work they put into their craft."

Katara nodded. "Well, there are several other air temples too, along with the Earth nation and..."

She closed her eyes and said, "Southern Water Tribe."

They were now surrounded by ice and water. Although the temperatue was realitively cold, there was a feeling of ease about the place, as if there were little to worry about.

Eddie holds his arms and starts to shiver.

"W-what's this place? The south pole?" He walks over to the water, his feet melting the snow as he steps through it. Eddie looks down to see fish swimming underneath the ice.

"And p-p-people live here?"

Katara nodded. "Yes, its my home! Not too many people can, from the other nations. Not if you don't know how to dress warmly. But once you get used to it, and you care about the people in it, well, it just becomes home."

A little hokey, Katara admitted to herself. Still, her hand went to her necklace, still there. Still her mother Kia.

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