![]() ![]() “There’s something I need to talk to Zuko about… alone.”Ī remark that, once, might have earned a joke or two from her older brother. “I’ll come with you!” said Aang as he airbended himself up too. She left her untouched bowl of congee before her. “I’m gonna go check on him,” said Katara as she rose from her spot in their little circle. ![]() Or he doesn’t want Snoozles stealing all his food.” He’s been doing this since the Western Air Temples. “’Cause he always does this, Sweetness, in case you haven’t noticed,” the girl replied. “Why didn’t he say anything?” Katara asked. “Sparky’s in his room,” Toph answered, her milky green eyes staring into nothing in particular, as she laid back against Appa and ate her own congee sloppily. Yet, it felt strange to her that he wasn’t huddled around them during dinner. He’d more than proven his sincerity to the cause long ago – to her, specifically, more recently – and so none of them had any such particular reason to be wary of his disappearance. Katara knew now, of course, that there was no reason to mistrust him anymore. It was still difficult to think of him as such. “Huh?” Aang echoed as the others mimicked the motions of the group looking up and around them to look for their missing new friend. It sounded so much like old times that it sounded wrong, almost – like there was something missing. Still, she felt herself go rigid at the sound of his humour and at the sound of their little group’s easy bickering. There was fury in her – a quiet rage that she had bottled in. And there was so much that he didn’t know and refused to understand. Rationally, she knew how irrational she was being for her irritation at him but he was just so young. She knew it wasn’t fair for her to be angry with him he’d meant well, she knew. Katara grit her teeth at the sound of his voice. “You must’ve eaten more than Appa by now!” “Yeah, Sokka!” Aang joined in, easy mirth in his voice. “How can you still be hungry after two whole bowls?” Suki teased as she mixed the contents of her bowl together. “I said,” he replied, swallowing his food with particular gusto, “are you gonna eat that?” “Hmm?” she felt herself asking, though she’d heard him. “Are you gonna eat that?” Sokka asked, breaking her out of her reverie, his mouth still full while he continued to gorge on his second helping of the stuff. The heat of the ginger wafted up to her senses, warm and inviting, and yet she found the thought of eating anything to be… unsavoury, to say the least. She blew on her hot congee, the sad shreds of roasted turkeyduck seemingly drowning in the droll white seas of rice. ![]() They found temporary sanctuary in the home of the enemy there was poetry in there somewhere. None of them particularly felt comfortable in the Royal dining room – with its too-long table and the large, ominous portrait of the enemy hanging over them. Katara couldn’t hear what the others were saying over the roaring fire that flickered in the middle of their little circle. ![]() As if goodness were all she was capable of when darkness, when shadows lingered in her veins still. She was no angel, no saint, no infallible spirit or goddess – and yet, how they treated her as if she were. The others simply accepted how she had chosen not to do it, as if her mercy was so easily and heartily given. It boiled beneath her skin – words unsaid, grief unspoken. This is something that you'll remember for the rest of your life.“ I am a question to the world Not an answer to be heard Or a moment that's held in your arms.” That moment 12 years ago is something I'll never forget, and it's a moment too where I look at the first year, ladies next to me and I say, 'This is it. And then the beat drops and the Rockettes start the Christmas Spectacular. There's just so many memorable senses that come with that moment. You can hear the jingle bells on your shoulder, you can feel the fog underneath your feet. And when the grand contour rises in the front, you can see the audience just waiting in anticipation. "There's a number called Sleigh Ride that opens the show. "I would have to say my very first opening night.is a moment I will never forget," Harding says. But for Harding, her opening night will always stick out most clearly in her mind. Over the years, there have been plenty of memorable moments at Radio City Music Hall, from the Tonys to the VMAs to concerts. What is your most-memorable pinch me moment? ![]()
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