Zutara Month Day 24: Home
Katara traced the rim of her tea cup as she stared blankly at the wall of the Jasmine Dragon. She wasn’t really interested in her tea but Iroh had insisted it could cure anything that ailed her.
Suddenly the cup was out of her hands. “Hey!”
Zuko put the cup back down, steam wafting from the new warm liquid. “It was cold and trust me it tastes bad cold.”
“I don’t think anything Iroh makes tastes bad,” Katara replied.
“Fine.” Zuko sat down. “You know, I’m not really good at this whole talking thing but I think there’s something on your mind.”
“The South Pole doesn’t feel like home anymore,” Katara said softly.
“Is that why you’ve been bouncing around from place to place?” Katara nodded. “Why doesn’t it feel like that?”
“It’s not the same feeling! I know there are people who care about me there and I was born there but it just doesn’t feel the same. It doesn’t feel like the Western Air Temple or Ember Island!”
“Maybe because home means something different now?” Zuko offered.
Katara snorted. “When did you get so philosophical?”
“I spent years with Uncle, something must have rubbed off in that time.”