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Warning: Takes place during The Headband and contains spoilers.

Dancing.

It was something that anyone born into it would take for granted, and yet anyone who had never had that kind of freedom could only stand by and watch with wide eyes and a racing heart.

Although her childhood hadn't been as sheltered as the children around her, Katara had to admit that, due to having to have to grow up over a considerably short time, she certainly hadn't had the ambling and free childhood that other girls her age had.

Therefore it was with mixed feelings that she watched the cacophony of music and awkward dancing displayed out before her. It was a kind of atmosphere that she had never known, but one that didn't repel her. She wondered what kind of childhood Aang really had, really and truly, if he was so accustomed to dances like this one.

Simple monk, huh?

And then, suddenly, he was in front of her, asking her to dance. She was so flustered, so confused (it's like he can read my mind!), that she tried to get out of it, but he insisted...and they were dancing.

"Just treat it like we're practising waterbending," he advised into her ear. "Spar with me. Trust me."

Spar with me?

But he was right! Their bodies fell into the familiar patterns, already so second-nature to them both, and before she knew it, she could feel herself matching the beat of the drums, matching the rhythm of the music, and she could feel her heart racing, her body sweating, her very spirit singing...

And it was with Aang, the very person she cared about the most (after Sokka and her dad, of course). He was smiling, and matching her pace, holding her hands and laughing with her...and it felt so wonderful and so right.

And all too soon, the music ended, and Aang held her in his arms, both out of breath.

They shared a glance. Katara was smiling so widely that her cheeks hurt. Aang was grinning, his eyes dancing and his smile silly. He was warm, and he held her with so little effort. It was comforting.

Quickly, Katara pulled away, getting to her feet and smoothing out her clothes, feeling her cheeks burn. We certainly never end sparring practise like that...

Aang, however, bowed to her, his hands held in the Fire Nation manner. "That was excellent, Sifu Katara," he said, his eyes flashing again in amusement. "Thank you for the lesson."

Katara smiled wryly, then bowed in the same way, feeling warm all over and yet incredibly giddy.

Aang's eyes held hers for a moment longer, before he threw his arms out and shouted, "EVERYBODY FREESTYLE AGAIN!"

And the dance floor was once more full of young students eager to enjoy the music.

Katara extracted herself from the crowd hurriedly, feeling as if she was being crushed by the many. Once she was back at Sokka's side, she sat down and exhaled deeply, her eyes closed.

A sound came from her brother beside her, and she opened her eyes. From the corner of his eye, he looked at her. His mouth was tilted up in a sly grin. "I saw that," he said softly, his voice normal instead of deepened for his Wang Fire guise.

Katara felt a flash of embarrassment, and her cheeks burned. She looked away. "There wasn't anything to see, so you saw nothing," she answered.

To her dismay, Sokka chuckled. "I saw it," he answered.

"Shut. Up," was her reply. She kept her head turned away out of spite and to prove a point, but without control, she felt herself smile shyly, her hands going to her hair and tugging.

She had seen it, too.