teach me how to live my life (because I can't remember how)

Hers was a culture of storytelling and oral tradition. Many nights, when the dark indigo sky glittered with a thousand stars, her mom would sit her and her brother down around the hearth and recount legends and myths. But that all changed the day her world shattered. Or: Katara's culture is lost during the war, over and over again. Katara-centric. Oneshot