love as vast as an OCEAN
The first few days are the hardest to adapt. She opens her eyes, expecting to find herself in camp surrounded by everyone though she still remembers the moment she was torn away from home. Blue eyes open with a hope of seeing a clear sky, her heart races before her eyes even open and disappointment fills her entire being when she is disappointed yet again. She misses Sokka’s jokes, his complaints that something of his has a hole in it. And though she groans when he throws it her way, she dutifully mends the hole because she knows deep down he appreciates the effort she puts into fixing his clothes. Her brother isn’t the most eloquent when it comes to speaking about his appreciation, but she loves him for it regardless. She expects Toph to avoid her complaints that the girl might want to consider taking a bath soon, though she knows the girl wouldn’t crumble so easily. They would argue, but it was never with any real intention because she doesn’t actually expect anything of the earthbender. She is gruff, but she’s her friend who she holds so dear. Things with Zuko are better, their mornings are usually spent with light conversation. A sigh slips from her lips as she rises and quietly dresses, combing back her hair and starting the day in the healer’s shop.
She doesn’t thrive like this, she feels herself fading because she’s alone, without her family, without her friends. It’s so strange to be so completely without them, knowing that she’ll never see them again. After a month, she finally collapses during work. Because she has not rested properly, because she hasn’t taken care of herself as well as she could. The toll is finally paid and she runs out of hope that she would see anyone she knows or loves ever again. It becomes evident to herself how greatly she loved everyone, how much room in her heart they took. And, she realizes the importance of the connections that she lacks. From nothing, she begins building relationships with those she works with. She is taken in by the kindly healer who reminds her of Grangran, the man is very similar to her grandmother that was left behind. He eases the pain of things, and the friendships begin to mend everything that was broken. Her heart does not replace those no longer in her life, but expands just a little bit more to accommodate them all.
The pain is still there, but it hurts a little less.
anger as fierce as the RAPIDS
Aang and Sokka had pointed out her anger once or twice before, to which she would argue that she was not angry. She, in retrospect, realized her anger was a fairly volatile thing. It triggered easily, but only with the proper provocation. Katara considered herself more grown in this world, far more mature, not so easily swept into the wave of her emotions. She was wrong. She remembered the exact moment in which her anger crept up on her, the exact words that had driven ignited the spark, and the final moment before the fuse reached the final point before the explosion.
It was considered injustice, to deny someone access to the things they needed. It was another injustice to outright mock someone who was struggling to get the bare necessities. People struggled no matter what world you ended up n, she learned. And it did not sit right that people behaved the way they did.”What good is begging going to do you? You’ll never be able to afford this, I’ll just raise the price the next time you come around.” What she didn’t remember is the moment that she had stopped walking, the moment she had threatened the man who mocked the poor woman who had been begging for help and denying her the medication she needed. She did, however, remember the way he had trembled and begged for forgiveness. She paid for the woman’s medication — because she was not a thief — and shot the man a look of warning before she departed on her original path back to work.
Maybe she had been quick to attack, but, in the end it was worth caving to her anger. As long as she didn’t do anything to harm anyone, there wasn’t anything wrong with getting the point across. She was no stranger to threatening people, after all. She remembered the boys in the Earth Kingdom who refused to talk and, in a more serious manner, the man who held the information about the location of her mother’s killer.
Maybe she could turn it down a little…
stubborn as the as racing RIVERS
Rivers are said to have carved their way through mountain paths, starting as a small trickle and carving their way slowly through the surface of the earth to make their own paths to become a river. She’s never heard herself compared to a river, though she could see the connection and would even go so far as to say that she and a river are very similar — aside from the connection of water. Katara knows she is stubborn, but she never would have gotten anywhere in her life if she wasn’t stubborn. Though she had no teacher, she stubbornly taught herself as much as she could and did not give up because it was hard.
She also remembered, as she considered her stubbornness, that she has stolen before. But she never did it again, and it’s different when you steal from pirates.
Stubbornness led her to becoming a Waterbending Master, because she fought against the ways of the Northern tribes who said girls could not learn to fight with waterbending, they could only learn to heal. Often, she smiled at herself for how she had fought so hard to get what she wanted. Even now, she was still stubborn. Though it was in less productive ways these days: she insisted on learning the other healing arts, outside of waterbending because she simply wanted to know. Stubbornly insisted on doing everything she could on her own, without assistance because it worked better when she saw something through from start to finish. It wasn’t that she didn’t trusted her friends and coworkers, but because she wanted to make things easier on them.
It was her stubbornness that allowed her to continue after being thrown into a strange world that was unlike her own. She was thankful that part of her did not crumble so easily. She didn’t know how she would last without it. And it wasn’t like being stubborn was a bad thing.
grudges as lasting as unmelting GLACIERS
Katara relearns that she does not know how to let grievances go. It reminds her of the fact that she had been mad at her father, once, for leaving her and Sokka behind in the watertribe. Yes, it was a war and there were good reasons for it but that did not stop the fact that she had felt so angry
. Then there was Jet, who had used her and Aang’s good intentions for the purpose of hurting others. And while she didn’t like the Fire Nation for what they had done, she had never wanted to hurt innocent people. It took some work for her to give him the smallest of chances. Though, she remembered the longest lasting of her grudges as the one she held against Zuko.
She still did not regret the fact that she had been so mad. She extended a hand to him, extended her trust and he seemed to have reached out and took it. But, in the end, he had slapped her hand away in the favor of his sister. Part of her could understand, the smallest, most understanding part of her, that was. But, the majority of herself was mad. He earned back her trust, proved that he was ready to change and he was one of her closet friends.
The man who had taunted the poor woman who had so little came by the healers one day. He asked for her forgiveness, begged again and she could not find it in her to forgive. Especially when it was clear he did little to change since that incident. His business was failing, but she felt no pity for someone who was taking advantage of the less fortunate and taunting them as he took their money — or straight out refused it in some cases. She told him to his face that she could not forgive the cruelties he had dealt upon other people. She knew these types well, having encountered them in their travels. If he wasn’t going to change, she would never forgive him.
Her forgiveness was not something she gave so easily.
soothing as the gentle flowing STREAM
Acting as a mother was like second nature to her. Katara found herself caring for some of her coworkers, though they were older than her, as if she was their mother. She didn’t necessarily fuss, but she made sure they were taken care of and that uniformity was kept in the workplace though it certainly wasn’t her job to keep things running smoothly. She just liked the harmony of everyone getting along, everyone working together for that common goal. It wasn’t anything like saving the world, but it made her feel like she was a part of her family again. Her friends. Her group.
She grew more protective of them, making sure that anyone who hurt them didn’t dare do so again. And, maybe she stuck her nose into their business a little too much sometimes. She did, at least, remember to take a step back when she was going too far. She remembered how Toph responded about her being too overbearing — there was no Sokka to mend her relationships here. There would be no understanding of her circumstances as seen by someone else. Any explanation she would make would have only came as an excuse. She was more mature in the fact that she knew when she got to be too much.
But, they did come to her with some of their problems. A shoulder to lean against, an ear to listen. And it was enough because Katara knew that they, too, cared for her like she did for them.
Outside of work, she spent her time volunteering. Because she had been reminded of becoming the Painted Lady more times than once. She had helped that village, though initially the wrong way, and she remember how great it had felt (and maybe she was a little vain hearing them speak about the Painted Lady when it was her). Helping others however she could was fulfilling and was enough to fill the remaining emptiness that had been created when she was pulled from her own world.
It wasn’t saving the world, this world, but it was helping.
It was enough.