A/N: A random thought. Enjoy or not.
Stupid
Her steps echoe through the marble hall. She is alone.
Where is the avatar, he wonders.
Her eyes are as blue as he remembers, and fathomless like the ocean. He can see the storm brewing within.
"I am Katara of the Southern Watertribe," she announces and bows. Her voice rings clear and sharp like ice.
Don't, he thinks. Don't do something...
"I am here to fight you."
Stupid.