...etting a dry robe out of her bag. Sokka grumbled and pouted as he glared at her.
"Not one word." he said looking at her, his body liberally coated with water, especially his head and shoulders. The tarp had been pitched too late. She giggled softly and went into the tent to change. By now the rain had stopped. She came back out to hang her wet clothes and went back into the tent to sleep.
Sadly she could not get to sleep right away, not after having felt what she'd felt earlier. It…felt almost weird to think of Aang like that. With his sweet face and big eyes and youthful enthusiasm, she had always thought of him as a cute little boy.
But he was growing up, her mind reminded her, so was she...
One of her hands traveled to her breast. She'd heard from people about this but she'd never ever thought about it much after all the only males around her had been children her brother included, and the older males, like her father. There wasn’t anyone her age in her village but her brother, when the time came to marry she would be expected to marry one of the older men.
Too bad there weren’t more males her own age except Zuko and Haru and Jet... refused to think about Jet...not after seeing what he truly was. Zuko, forget it. He was the Prince of the Nation responsible for so much misery. Haru...well, he was sweet, but they were so far away from his...