The Поиск - first pages

Based on ep 5
Aangs point of view:
(I liked spending time with katara.I have alot of fun with her.Today we went to the park with her brother sokka and we had alot of fun together.Then we went to her house.She was saying something but I
got zoned out by my thoughts)
Katara: so Aang, this is my room.
(wow she looks preety)
Katara: Helloo, Aang?
Aang: Oh sorry katara, I like your room
Katara: Thanks, so, what do Ты want to do?
(I was gonna say something but her father came in)
Hakoda: Katara have Ты done your chores?
Katara: Yea I have. Aang this is my dad,Dad meet Aang.
Hakoda: So your Katara´s new...

It's been a week since, Katara hasn't talked about Azula's mother because she know's it might upset her. They've been traveling until sunset, they found a place to stay with some nice rich people who offered them rooms to sleep in for the night and some dinner. The sun went down and Azula changed back into a monster. They gang was down at ужин and wondered where Azula is.

"Where's Azula" asked Aang

"I think she's still in her room" сказал(-а) Katara

"I wonder why she's not down here for ужин she hasn't ate since this morning" сказал(-а) Ty Lee

"Well she needs to come down for food, she can't exist on air"...

So one of my good buddies pointed out that Azula is one of my only Избранное characters that I have not written a 'Why I Like' Статья for. And I though "what the heck, why not" and decided to type it up.

I'll start off with the very basic and semi-shallow reason to like her. I think she's really pretty. Of course this is not the only reason as to why I like her and is certainly not the most prominent nor important. But I think she is simply gorgeous. The long blackish-brown hair is great and as deceiving as she. Lol, it's deceiving because it looks short when it's tied up but it really isn't....

Apparently today is Avatar's 10th anniversary...here have a fic!

In one год a person could accomplish much.
She had chosen to run away
Run away and not be found.

In two she mostly just stood alone.
Living only off of what the land would give her.
On most nights she was lonely.

The other three years became something of a blur as she counted them off. Everything seemed to be the same old thing. She didn’t know how she’d managed to go for five years all by herself in such a strange place.

She decided after those five years she was tired of being alone, hungry, and silently afraid. Decided that...