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Aang sighed as he watched the couples dance by. He and Ty Lee hadn't moved from their table since they'd got to the ball, he was tired and his dumb mask was irritating him. Ty Lee frowned at the happy people in front of them. Aang's eyes were closed when she pulled on his tunic.

"Huh," he gasped as his eyes sprung open.

The acrobat pouted and her big brown eyes were pleading under her pink mask. "Aang, why don't we dance?"

"Uh, I don't think so, Ty," he told her. "I've got two left feet."

"You're lying."

"What," Aang said, thinking he'd heard her wrong.

Ty Lee put her head down into her folded arms. Her muffled words were accusing and whiney. "You're the best dancer I know, Aang. If you didn't want to dance with me, you could've just said that."

Guilt flooded Aang. It wasn't Ty Lee's fault he was here, so he shouldn't be taking it out on her. He stood from his chair. "Okay, Ty Lee. Let's dance-"

Ty Lee was out of her chair with a bright smile and before Aang could finish his sentence she had dragged him to the dance floor.

"Today has been great, Aang," Ty lee sighed as she laid her head on Aang'g shoulder. "It reminds me of old times."

"Yeah, I missed your friendship, Ty," he whispered, laughing lightly. They began to twirl in their waltz making Ty Lee giggle. "It seems like only yesterday when w-"

Ty Lee waited for Aang to continue, but he never did and they'd stopped moving. She let go of Aang and turned to the direction he, and everyone else, was staring in.

A beautiful tanned girl was walking down the marble steps to the ball. She wore a elegant, sparkling, red dress. A slit ran up the side and at every step down you could see her bronze leg up to her thigh. The dress was strapless and she bore two gold bracelets with rhinestones on her forearms. A gold mask restricted most of her face, but Aang could see two perfect crystal pupils. He felt his heart speed. Could it really be Katara?

As she reached the bottom of the stairs Aang left Ty Lee and stepped toward the mysterious girl. His worries about what Ozai might think left his mind.

He bent down to whisper in her ear. "May I have this dance?"

The girl smiled, and her blue eyes sparkled. "Sure, Avatar."

Aang didn't question how she knew who he was under his mask because, if this was his Katara, he simply understood. As he led her on to the dance floor he asked another question. "So, what's your name?" Aang figured he already knew the answer, so he was surprised when she spoke.


"Huh," Aang gasped, taken back.

The girl laughed and punched him in the shoulder. "I'm just kidding Aang. You know it's me."

Her words filled him with so much happiness that he picked her up in his arms and spun her around. "How did you get here? Where did this dress come from? What-,"

Katara shushed him with a finger to his lips. "Let's not worry about all of that right now. Let's enjoy the night."