markofthebrave | [ Action, Voice ] .038

[If you're passing by the Seventh Heaven after school today, you will see that once Katara has obtained her hot chocolate and window seat, she's busy flipping through her journal. At a certain point, she'll flip back and forth repeatedly with a poleaxed expression that finally fades into something pensive.

February 7th... and February 7th... it's been a year.

Huh.

At home, while making dinner, Katara will make a voice post.]

...does anyone else ever get the feeling here that time is really, really weird? I mean, we have the experiments every month and the seasons change, but - it's like things can just sneak up on you. Maybe it's because we know that time stands still at home?

[Later, Katara will leave dinner early. She's glad that Sokka and Suki have made up, but she really didn't need to see that. Or that. Or that. The light snowfall makes for a surreal Luceti landscape and a perfect night to practice. If you're passing by, you might notice that Katara's practice routine is different than normal. For one thing - she keeps stopping after doing a move instead of flowing seamlessly into the next. For another, there's a scroll she has propped up on a rock with a portable lantern.

Feel free to run into her at any time!]

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Quite a lot has happened. It's just something to reflect on, as long as you don't get too caught up in it. Your experiences, things you've learned... things you may wish you hadn't.

I think... most of all... that it's sad I won't be able to remember those things when I get home. I need to go home. There's a war I have to finish. But I hate to think that all my time here won't mean anything.

Yes... it is one of the difficulties of being here, of having the chance to meet so many people, and learning new things that we would not have a chance to. And as for not knowing for certain whether or not we'd truly be able to bring it with us... it's probably for the better to not dwell on that, as difficult as that can be sometimes. [Almost spoken like a woman who finds herself in that train of thought far too often lately.]