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[markofthebrave]

['sup, Luceti. Hope you're not the curious type of person, because if you are the filter on this is so thin you could sneeze and break it. Someone is singing, this early afternoon, singing a lullaby softly and into their journal. The feed will cut off before the crying starts.]

Little child, be not afraid...

[Later in the afternoon, there is an unfamiliar woman with a familiar set of blue-toned wings and waterskin at the south-most bridge. There's only so much hiding in one's room that can be done when the memories are thick and the silence is very, very loud.]


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[amotherlost.livejournal.com]

As soon as she touched the body of the moon spirit, all the life went out of her. She fell backwards into the arms of the warrior who followed her, who would have always caught her if he could - but she had gone beyond his protection. And while the warrior held the body of the princess close... the moon spirit... the moon spirit began to swim again. The sky, however, remained dark.

The warrior lifted his eyes from the girl in his arms to stare at the glowing koi fish, the result of her sacrifice, and as soon as he did the body of the princess faded from their sight, disappearing forever. Confused and enraged, the warrior cried out - and that is when the moon spirit appeared in the form of the princess, glowing, ethereal, and more beautiful than ever.

Once again the moon spirit had shared its life with the princess, and after giving the warrior one last kiss she ascended into the sky, and the moon shown brightly once again. The spirit of the ocean felt the return of the moon spirit and returned to the Spirit Oasis, leaving behind it a wreckage of broken ships and the mangled bodies of the enemy. The moon and the ocean spirit resumed their eternal dance, the push and pull, forever circling each other.

And so the battle was won, but at a terrible cost. [A long pause here and - oh right, she's telling this as a story, not as a memory. How would she end this if it was story? Her hands flex on the rail once again before she looks up to Masaomi with the smallest of smiles.] But - it is said that the moon spirit never forgot who she was, and that she watches over her people and the warrior who won her heart to this very day.

[As Katara had told that story, she was struck once again by what made her tell it in the first place - the similarities between Yue and her mother. They were both so brave. They'd given everything they were to protect what they loved... and they'd succeeded. It humbles her and really makes her want to curl around herself for a good cry.]

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[generalguilt.livejournal.com]

Eeeh... [He's not sure how to respond to this. Once or twice, he blinks. Because that means that...]

[generalguilt.livejournal.com]

[He hangs his - or rather Saki's - head a little, looking down at the water]

The princess was an amazing person, wasn't she?

[amotherlost.livejournal.com]

[Katara ducks her head as well, not really thinking only about Yue at all.]

She was very brave.

[generalguilt.livejournal.com]

Mm, I think so too. [Because he couldn't... Really, his own feelings here are that of self-failure more than thinking back on other brave people he knows]