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She Who Destroys The Light ([info]katara) wrote,
@ 2009-10-11 06:00:00

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Current location:floating around the house somewhere
Current mood: bored
Current music:Fighter .:. Christina Aguilera
Entry tags:cartoon: avatar: the last airbender, character: katara

[ 2933 ] Avatar: The Last Airbender
Title: Wind In Her Hair
Challenge/Prompt: #23 Wind
Original Fiction or Fanfiction [Name of fandom]: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Characters/Pairings: Katara
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender or it's sandbox. I am just here to play with the toys and create my own alternate reality. :D
Summary: Harsh winds can be terrible if one is trying to keep it from their face.
Author's Notes: I have no idea where this one came. I can only assume that my muse decided she was going to write this little drabble. I had been trying to figure this one out for awhile. I had been working out ideas for this one and nothing ever came up. I can only surmise my muse figured something out.






The harsh wind blew the strands of dark chocolate upward and wrapped itself around her lower face leaving only her blue eyes uncovered. Around her the people of the village were struggling against the wind itself while trying to keep their hats and shawls securely about their bodies.

Katara stood on the edge of the village trying to push her hair away from her face. Briefly she wondered if she should return to the little cabin and braid her hair but the wind was too strong to allow her hair remain in place. Resigned, Katara pressed forward into the village.


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