The Jaded Princess - A Sokka Love Story

Chapter Thirty-Three

A sharp pain shot through her side, and Orzala jolted awake. Her tired, pissed gaze landed on Momo, and she glared at the lemur as he hopped onto Katara and Sokka as well. The siblings shot up in their sleeping bags, and Sokka immediately drew his boomerang. He waved it around sleepily, and Orzala couldn't help but giggle.

"What's going on? Did we get captured again?" The princess's eyes drifted to Aang. The airbender was breathing rapidly, but he shook his head at her concerned look.

"It's nothing, I just had a bad dream. Go back to sleep." Orzala frowned as he turned away from her, curling up in a ball on the ground. She forced herself out of the warm cocoon that was her sleeping bag, taking quick strides to the boy. 

"Don't have to tell me twice," she heard Sokka mumble, and he cuddled back into his sleeping bag as Orzala knelt beside Aang. She touched the avatar's shoulder gently, but the boy refused to meet her gaze.

"Are you alright, Aang?" Her voice was soft as she spoke, but the avatar shook his head.

"I'm ok."

"Are you sure? You seem to be having a lot of nightmares lately."

"She's right, Aang," Orzala jumped as Katara spoke up beside her, and she sent the waterbender a subtle glare. "Do you want to tell us about it?" His head whiffled once more, and Orzala felt her shoulders slump.

"I think I just need some rest."

"You guys wanna hear about my dream?" Orzala was quick to send Sokka an irritated look, and the boy deflated. "Ok. I didn't want to talk about it anyway." With a sigh, the princess focused on her friend, but quickly discovered Aang was less than willing to speak. She rose, and with one last glance at the boy, she retreated to her own sleeping bag.

When the sun had risen, they packed their belongings, and Orzala couldn't help but smile as she observed the morning sky. It was the clearest she had ever seen- and beautiful, too. It was decorated with an assortment of colors- light pink here, yellow and orange there, and then the tell-tale blue of day.

"Look at those clear skies!" Aang exclaimed atop Appa, and she turned her attention toward him. "Should be some smooth flying today!" Katara frowned as she rummaged through their food supply. She tilted the bag, her frown deepening when all that fell out was crumbs.

"Well, we'd better smoothly fly ourselves to a market, because we're out of food." Sokka shot up as his sister passed, eyes widening.

"Guys, wait! This was in my dream! We shouldn't go to the market." The other three snapped to him, interest peeked.

"Why, what happened in your dream?" 

"Food eats people!" Katara cocked an eyebrow, and Orzala flashed the boy a deadpanned look. "Also, Momo could talk. You said some very unkind things," he accused the lemur, and Orzala shook her head as the creature chittered back.

"If I was Momo, I'd probably say unkind things to you, too. Didn't you try to eat him? On multiple occasions? Like last week! In the great divide!" Sokka waved her off, turning back to the lemur and crossing his arms.

"I expect an apology."

"Sokka, he's a lemur."

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They had found a market nearby, and Orzala had quickly rushed to the fruit on display. "Guys! Look!" The three couldn't help but smile. Orzala had never gotten used to the market life, and it was refreshing. There always seemed to be something new to excite her.