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[starbolts]

Kaya reflects on her favorites. Favorite whatevers.

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Slowly the memories started to come to her, and that was something as Stacy started to knot together the memories of her mind, what she was as opposed to the person she respected most.

The first things that came to mind were the places: all of the beautiful temples, made of whale bone, ice and water flowing everywhere. As she got bigger she admired the elaborate dressings of her people, and remembered loving the beautiful white hair of their princess Yue. There was a gentleness in her culture that she cherished, and for a little while, the way the women waterbenders in her tribe were able to heal the men during their constant defenses against the Fire Nation.

And there was, of course, the Spirit Oasis. It was the most vegetative place in the North, and she could feel the power all around her whenever she was near this place. Soon that place began to mean more to her, once she learned that this was where the Avatar invoked the water spirit and fought off another siege by the Fire Nation.

Her own waterbending was soothing to her: the push and pull, the way that almost all life revolved around water, and the good it could do once you learned how to use it. And here, there was the change. Her defiance to her water tribe's ways of keeping her from learning to fight with waterbending lead her to look for a master. By this time Master Paku was gone, off to aid the Southern Water Tribe and its scattered villages, so it made sense to her to do the same.

Never had she imagined she would encounter the last and greatest waterbender of the southern water Tribe at that time, Katara, daughter of Hakoda, the Southern Tribe warrior who valiantly defended the cities in the earth kingdom. Here she would not only learn advanced waterbending but learn to care deeply for the waterbender, and her friends. They each held a different aspect of their nation, and each had a reason to save the world they loved. Even when the Firelord was defeated, parts of the Firenation in the colonies resisted, calling Zuko a false Fire lord and wanting to reinstate the military rule of the Fire Nation again. She joined the GAang eagerly, and together they fought to defeat these insurrections.

And then there was the GAang. She loved how gruff Zuko was, yet he would extend his goodness when he could, and would work to diligently to keep the peace in his world. There was Toph's gruffness, her ability to say what she wanted and one could still see the small bits of noblewoman she was raised to be. She loved seeing her needle the others, how they took it and laughed, knowing that Toph was part of the balance in their group.

Sokka was their laughter and common sense combined with some of that water tribe chauvinism that was less irritating and more endearing.

And there was Katara, who had only one parent and lived knowing her mother had died to protect her. She had taken on gruff Paku herself and became his greatest student, not to mention taking down the last Firelord Azula and lived to tell the tale. Her optimism had served to give her the hope that they would bring peace to their world, that she would do anything she could to protect the people she loved. They were both water tribe, with slightly different backgrounds, yet they would see eye to eye in most things, and Kaya would see she would adopt more Southern Water Tribe ways as time went on.

And the Avatar. The boy who became a man, yet retained his innocence throughout it all, who loved their world and all in it. He shouldered more than his fair share and didn't complain, who's loyalty and truthfulness restored her faith in humanity and truly being a person who could comprehend the consciousness of all things, living and non living. It was inevitable that she would listen to Aang without question, that she would, in her own way, love him and realize what love was about thanks to being around him.

Memories, pieces, they started to knot together, become real again to her, as she would again show gratitude to her old master, her friend, and the ones that made her who she was today.

She loved them all.