Aang

"Hey Aang," a voice rings out, startling him out of his meditative state. "Do—"

"What are you doing?"

The raspy demand is quiet, barely audible above the breeze.

"I'm talking to my friend," Katara snaps back at Zuko. "What are you doing?"

"Can't you see Avatar Aang is meditating?" Zuko hisses back, like a prince who's caught a servant spitting on the royal shrine. Said Avatar rolls his eyes slightly. As though that's ever stopped Katara from bugging him. Or Sokka. Or Toph. Or anyone else, for that matter.

"Do you think I can't tell when my own friend is meditating?" Her emphasis on my own is sharp enough to cut.

"And how do you like it when people interrupt your meditation?"

"...Waterbenders don't meditate," Katara retorts after a beat, patronizingly.

"You don't? I thought all benders did." The firebender's honest surprise is quickly overtaken again by irritation. "Actually, that isn't very surprising."

"I haven't seen you meditating. Not enough peace of mind, thanks to everything you've done?"

"I do it at sunrise. When no one is around to bother me," Zuko says evenly. "It's incredibly rude—and annoying—to interrupt someone's meditation."

"Yeah, it really is," Aang snaps, turning around. "Do you guys mind?"

Both the firebender and the waterbender flush, chagrined.

"Sorry," and "Sorry, Aang…" and "Come on, we should leave him be," and "Don't you tell me what to do!" jumble behind him in whispers as the pair of them leave the veranda to him.

Settling again, Aang relaxes his shoulders and wonders if it would annoy Zuko if he joined him at sunrise. No interruptions would be nice for a change.