The dinner for the chief was great, and his son deserved some of that. I mean those Arctic Wolverine Foxes were not easy. He was lucky just to get the three he did and those 10 fish he pulled up all his traps to see if he caught any in the fish cages. Plus he dug himself five noodling holes for when the water raises again in two weeks. The Otter Penguins, yeah that was easy to get, once he chased them for 15 minutes. The stews and eggs however, all of that was Gran Gran working her magic on the market man.
Walking to the nearest wall he saw that there was a cut out section of the segmented room inside the large cavern house. The cut out was a doorway that had a curtain of Polar Leopard. He pulled the fur to the side as he walked in to see his bed that had a Ox Goat fur on top of a bed made of otter seal skins. He had a large wooden box that he opened placing his bone made club inside. Beside it he laid his machete to rest and put the dagger on the bottom. At the top in a triangular slot he let rest his trusty bommerang.
There was a small compartment on the under side of the box's lid. It was roughly the size of holding a pair of small scrolls. Removing the side panel of it he pulled out just that two small scrolls. He closed the curtain as he took the bottom hook and attached it to the floor hoop.
Smiling he unrolled the scroll to see lined art work in ink that was drawn of skimpy clothed girls. He sighed as he then said to himself, "Now, ladies help me relax before dinner. I should probably save some of this for tonight. Cause after tonight, I am going to constantly be at Katara's side and will have little to no time for this."
Katara walked into the hut as she saw the cooking of the meat and smiled. She then asked Gran Gran, "Hello, Gran Gran, is Sokka around? I'd like to show my appreciation for his getting meat."
Smiling Gran Gran then said replying to the young girl, "Sure, he's in his room. Polishing his weapon."
Smiling Katara then bowed as she went after saying her thanks. She went up to the snow leopard skin and heard a growl as she stopped her motion of knocking on the ice wall by the skin. She listened as Sokka said in his room, "Oh, yeah, that's a beautiful sheath. I'd like to stick my sword inside there. I mean she's so slim and beautiful. I don't care if she's fake, she's wearing that tight blue satin decoration."
Wondering what kind of sheath would be made of satin she pulled on the side of the snow leopard skin. She peered in and said Sokka was indeed polishing his sword. She starred at the seven inch machete in his right hand. He was polishing to the picture of a skimpy girl dressed in a blue tube top. Her lower half had white wraps covering her crotch as she winked with a kissy face.
The girl was way too thin, well as thin as Katara. But, Katara was jealous so the other girl could not have been real. She was just some slut on a paper in black ink and different colored pastels. Polish escaped his machete as he groaned and said taking his hand over a final stroke to see if he could get any extra polish out of it. Taking a blue cloth he cleaned the extra polish as he then sighed and folded the cloth. Crawling over to the corner he pulled out from his shirt a eel shark tooth on a necklace. He placed the tooth in a crease and pried up a piece of ice. He put the soiled cloth in the small hole and laid the ice back down.
Getting up he returned the machete to his pants as he went to the hoop on the floor. Katara quickly retreated to another room, one with a curtain made of Arctic Wolverine Fox furs. She went inside as she flushed and blushed thinking that the machete was just so big. It was also so beautiful, plus kinda fearing thinking that it couldn't fit into a normal sheath.
Gran Gran then said as Hakoda walked into the house, "Dinner's ready kids!"
Sokka yawned as he walked out of his room. Joining him from across his room was Katara as she seemed angry. She walked beside him and then moved to be in front of him. She said to him, "A guard should be behind me at all times."
She tried to shake her hips as she wore a new skirt. This one was shorter than her usually long skirt that was a large blue dyed fur. Her current skirt was blue with white tassels on the bottom with the blue ending at her thighs. On the back was a white snow flake crest inside three tidal wave icons of the Water Tribe that were surrounded by a pair of white and black fish chasing tails. She wore under her skirt wool leggings and stockings to keep warm. The skirt swallowed her curves as it outlined her back side just right. And the icon was on the back as if the purpose was to draw attention.
Sitting at a table that was set up by Hakoda the four got ready for the food. Gran Gran passed four bowls of stew or soup as Sokka asked for a little of both, but was given Sea Prune Stew. Hakado smiled as he asked her to surprise him as she gave him Two headed fish soup. Katara had the soup as Gran Gran had the soup. The food was being eaten as Katara had noticed that Sokka noticed her skirt earlier. She could feel the heat off his skin as he got heated.
She then decided to lift her foot and stretch it across the space from across from her. She felt the pants of Sokka as he nearly spat out his food. And moved her foot on his sash as he hit his chest. She quickly drew her foot back and the entire did not lose concentration on her food.
Hakoda went for his son checking on him as Katara smirked when no one was paying attention. Through out dinner she would place little tricks like flicking her chop stick and water bending with slight of hand the stew to hit his shirt and pants. She gasped and got up as she went to him and padded his pants with a cloth. She could feel his machete as she said sorry to him several times. All the while her cleavage was slightly revealed with her loose top coat. Underneath was a blue tube top with a cleavage line of feathers and a blue sapphire diamond in the middle.
After dinner Katara went outside as Sokka followed her and then confronted her. Sokka opened up the confrontation with, "What are you wearing those cloths for? And why were you so clumsy today?"
Huffing she then turned on him as snow flew from her and became spiky, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN? I mean am I looking at other boys? And ones on scrolls no less? I mean, I try to be nicely dressed for you. Trying to take in your feelings about other boys looking at me. And yet, you'll look at a scroll and wink at the girls on the streets? I am not just your best friend Sokka, and I am certainly not your sister. Gran Gran is my grand mother, my mother was abandoned by that low scum that I call a father. She died in child birth and your father a widower thanks to the late winter took me in with Gran Gran insisting she could cook dinners for his son. And what did I get for a child hood? A wonderful best friend and great guardian, but I want more than that. I want to have my first kiss, I want to dance with the boy of my dreams. Not someone who sees the Avatar, someone who sees me. The girl that rides otter penguins, goes and lays fish cage traps, guts blubber head walrus, wrestles with you in the snow and fights you when you want to be on top of your game. You see me as these things which I cherish, but you don't see the woman standing in front of you."
Katara began to tear up as she sniffled as she heard his answer, "Cause, I don't see you that way. I see you like a best friend, a sister and a bit of a mother. When I get hurt, I go to you, not Gran Gran I go to you. When I have a crush on Notai, I talk to you. When I am having trouble with Wolfie I ask you to hand me the dagger so I can remove his ice ticks. You help me with personal issues, ones that would not fit the lover detail of my life. I'm sorry that you see me like that Katara. Maybe you'll find someone like that some day."
The moon was raising to the sky as Katara then looked to the moon. She then had to retire and deal with tomorrow's awkwardness of her confession tomorrow. Hopefully, first stop for them after a four or five day boat ride would be meeting the Earth Kingdom noble daughter Toph. Maybe meeting a representative would distract her mind. But, first she had to deal with five awkward days with Sokka.
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