Zutara-Week

~O~ To Bind to the Earth Zutara Week 2013 Theme 4: Gravity ~O~ For lack of a better word, the night air on her naked skin was delicious. The Fire Nation summer proved a challenge for Katara – and especially her hair, which could no longer be tamed into the plait she had grown accustomed to over the years. She did not mind too much, though – she had decided that she looked better with her hair tumbling over her shoulders while still maintaining the hair loopies she could not bear to forgo. Removing the last strip of sarashi above her waist, Katara stepped into the lake and sunk down so that the blissfully cool water covered her

Mako and I are sitting across from each other with the campfire between us. Bolin's in his tent, presumably sleeping. We're sitting in silence, finishing up our dinner. "Hey Korra," Mako said suddenly. "What?" I asked with food in my mouth. "Tell me a story." I glared at him. "Hell no." I got up and started walking towards my tent, my food forgotten. "N-no, I'm sorry. Come back Korra." I sighed and walked back to him, sitting back down. "What, Mako?" "You know the legend of Zuko and Katara?" he asked. "Yeah…what about it?" "Really? I didn't know there was a legend about them," Bolin chirped from his tent, startling us. His body