[Katara pops into pretty much every storefront on her way to the library - if even ever so briefly. She's fortifying herself with familiar memories, trying to chip away at the ice block that holds them back, as much as she's looking for their meeting place.
It's a lot easier for her to recognize him than vice-versa - she doesn't know that many people with white hair and a green, green eye.
...but when she does see him, she just stops short. There's a ringing, a pressure in her ears, as if something is about to break loose.
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It's a lot easier for her to recognize him than vice-versa - she doesn't know that many people with white hair and a green, green eye.
...but when she does see him, she just stops short. There's a ringing, a pressure in her ears, as if something is about to break loose.
Something...]