It took Katara a while to really understand the word "lunacy."
It took a red agonizing night and then the brightness of the moon's return; it also took a deathly night where that strength lashed and roiled inside her and she was hardly herself.
It's the opposite and thoroughly worse when the moon disappears monthly: she feels empty like loneliness, and where her waterbending rests it aches but (she holds him close) nothing like Sokka's heart.
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on 2009-11-30 04:40 am (UTC)It took a red agonizing night and then the brightness of the moon's return; it also took a deathly night where that strength lashed and roiled inside her and she was hardly herself.
It's the opposite and thoroughly worse when the moon disappears monthly: she feels empty like loneliness, and where her waterbending rests it aches but (she holds him close) nothing like Sokka's heart.