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avatar_500 prompt #69, Temple.
Summary: They have grown, and they will make their home grow to fit them. Sequel to Ice Cold Change
All the Patterns of the World
The shadowed recesses of the shrine made the numbers on her measuring tape hard to read. "Come on, Sokka, bring the lantern over here."
"Can you hurry it up a little? They're giving us funny looks." As Sokka held the lantern up for his sister, the northern Water Sages stood gathered together in the middle of the shrine, faces set in severe expressions.
"It was your idea to do this," she shot back, scribbling down the measurement on her scroll. "I told you I could build a temple just fine without it, but no, you wanted to see how everybody else in the world made them."
"Hey, you were the one who said you liked the swirly things they had at the temple in Omashu." The lantern bounced with every gesture her brother made.
Letting her brush drop, Katara put her face in her hand and rubbed her forehead. "Look, I'm sorry if I'm a little crabby, but-" As she picked the brush back up and turned to him, Sokka tried to stifle a snicker behind his hand. Katara's mouth twisted when she saw the ink on her hand. "No." She touched her forehead and cheek where the ink had smeared. "No, you don't get to laugh at me right now."
But that just turned his snicker into a fit of giggles. Glaring, Katara bent the ink at him. "Hey!" he yelped, dodging.
"This is a holy shrine," one of the Water Sages moaned, unable to contain himself any longer. "A place of peace!"
"Well, I've got everything I need anyway," Katara said waspishly. "Let's go Sokka, this better be worth it."
He smiled. "Don't worry sis, the temple you build will be better than all of them."
She gave him a warm smile before smearing ink onto his cheek.
avatar_500 prompt #69, Temple.Summary: They have grown, and they will make their home grow to fit them. Sequel to Ice Cold Change
All the Patterns of the World
The shadowed recesses of the shrine made the numbers on her measuring tape hard to read. "Come on, Sokka, bring the lantern over here."
"Can you hurry it up a little? They're giving us funny looks." As Sokka held the lantern up for his sister, the northern Water Sages stood gathered together in the middle of the shrine, faces set in severe expressions.
"It was your idea to do this," she shot back, scribbling down the measurement on her scroll. "I told you I could build a temple just fine without it, but no, you wanted to see how everybody else in the world made them."
"Hey, you were the one who said you liked the swirly things they had at the temple in Omashu." The lantern bounced with every gesture her brother made.
Letting her brush drop, Katara put her face in her hand and rubbed her forehead. "Look, I'm sorry if I'm a little crabby, but-" As she picked the brush back up and turned to him, Sokka tried to stifle a snicker behind his hand. Katara's mouth twisted when she saw the ink on her hand. "No." She touched her forehead and cheek where the ink had smeared. "No, you don't get to laugh at me right now."
But that just turned his snicker into a fit of giggles. Glaring, Katara bent the ink at him. "Hey!" he yelped, dodging.
"This is a holy shrine," one of the Water Sages moaned, unable to contain himself any longer. "A place of peace!"
"Well, I've got everything I need anyway," Katara said waspishly. "Let's go Sokka, this better be worth it."
He smiled. "Don't worry sis, the temple you build will be better than all of them."
She gave him a warm smile before smearing ink onto his cheek.
