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[markofthebrave]

[Voice]
Hey, Hugo - if you have a chance, I'd like to talk to you about something.

[And then she shuts the book and moves to her evening practice session behind her house. Today is not about how much water she can move, but it is about control. When the wind blows her journal opened, anyone watching can see thin streams of water moving quick enough to cut intertwining with her arms and legs as she works through a form. The pattern of when she splits a stream, and when she adds more water seems random... until you glance above her head. Any time her concentration is broken by a flash of an image, she adds another and another until all the thought bubble reflects are the forms

If you want to interrupt her, give her a minute - messing up and slicing herself with one of those water streams would be painful. While she normally hates to have her practicing interrupted, tonight it's not quite keeping her mind off of things.]

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/edits forever

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

[markofthebrave]

[She won't notice Roku for a while - not while she's trying to drive the images out of her head by splitting the water circling her arms, moving it in tighter and closer as she continues the form.]

((It's better that he's not here.))

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

[markofthebrave]

[And so Katara will finish her set, bringing the form to a completion. By the time she's done, a careful observer would note that what seemed to be three streams of water was actually twelve, and they hover around her as she brings the form to a close, hands meeting in front of her chest.

Just before she begins another step, an itching in the back of her neck prompts her to look up.]

((What's he doing on the--))

Hello, Roku!

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

Um, hey Katara.

[markofthebrave]

[As well he should be! It gave her nightmares. D: But she's not holding a grudge, not about the Avatar state.]</small. How long were you up there? I didn't see you when I came out.

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

For a while now.



Sorry if I interrupted your training.

[markofthebrave]

[She smiles.] Don't worry about it. I was nearly done for the night, anyway. But is the roof really a good place to take a nap?

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

Maybe. I think I must have dozed off while I was thinking about home. Being up high reminds me of the Air Temples back home.

[markofthebrave]

Oh. [Air temples... it's so odd to think of Roku - a firebender - being welcome there.] ((And her brain will flicker through images of the Air Temples she's seen - emptied, ruined, shattered, but still stunning - and focus back on Aang's face for a long moment before shifting to an image of them flying on Appa.]

It was easy to see, even in my time, that the Air Temples were beautiful.

[She pauses.] How far did you get in your airbending?

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

I'm familiar with the forms, but I haven't master them all.

[markofthebrave]

[Give her a moment to just... stare at those mental images. Aang had described the Air Temples often enough, but... she'd never seen them... full of life.]

We had to move Aang on to earthbending while he was still mastering waterbending. [She shrugs.] When you get comfortable enough, I'll be happy to start teaching you, if you like.

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

Really? All right, thanks.



Wish you could all see this place before we messed it up...

[markofthebrave]

[Oh. Um. He said 'we.' We. ...man. How could she make this better?]

There were parts of it that were still untouched. [...she couldn't make this better.] ...but really, it was pretty sad.

[She offers him a very small smile.] Some of the places where the monks would play games were still set up! Sokka tried to play air ball with Aang - you can guess how well that turned out for him.

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

I'm not very good at playing air ball myself, so I can imagine. Though, he doesn't have the option of learning to airbend like me.

How is Sokka by the way?

[markofthebrave]

[She looks at those images - and doesn't recognize the other boy, but she can guess - and doesn't even have a chance to decide how she feels about that before the scene's moved on. She smiles a little wryly at that airbending. He's got a while to go. Just when she's about to ask if he's been practicing, he asks her about Sokka.]

Sokka? He seems fine... what night at the bar?

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

Oh there was a party and he happen to be there.

[markofthebrave]

...[Azula - what?]

Um. Roku. Are telling me that Sokka was at a party with Azula?

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

What? I didn-...

They...wander in on their own.



I don't think they were expecting to see the other there, really.

[markofthebrave]

[Katara is just... staring shamelessly at that thought bubble. For a long moment the space above her own head is blank as she tries to absorb what she's seeing.] ((And then an image forms above her head - first of a wall of flames, and then of herself wielding a club on Sokka's head and dragging him away by his 'wolftail.' How could he be so stupid?))

What... happened.

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

Uh well, we just talked. That's about it.

[markofthebrave]

...

((And flying through her head, on full display for Roku to see, are various scenes of Azula pursuing them, of her fighting them--))

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

...Don't worry, I wasn't going to let anything happen while I was there. Sokka came home just fine, right?

[markofthebrave]

[...oh, that's it. Her voice sounds a little strangled:] Roku. Weren't you drunk too?

[flamedork.livejournal.com]

Ah, um...