[Action, Voice, and Windblown Journals] .015

[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.]

Comments

[voice]

[standsonhands.livejournal.com]

Um...

Okay, I guess. Just trying to find a place.

[voice]

[markofthebrave]

[And there is a smidge of genuine concern:] Have you been staying at the Welcome Center? Some of the people there are very nice.

[voice]

[standsonhands.livejournal.com]

There, and sometimes other places. I don't want to stay in the same place too long, just in case.

[voice]

[markofthebrave]

...in case of what?

[voice]

[standsonhands.livejournal.com]

Azula.

[voice]

[markofthebrave]

Ah. [Sokka hadn't told her exactly how that had turned out, but now Katara's brows furrow in genuine concern.] What happened? Did she say she would come after you?

[voice]

[standsonhands.livejournal.com]

She didn't say anything like that. But it's Azula, and if anyone knows Azula it's me. So I'm not letting my guard down.

[voice]

[markofthebrave]

[She nods.] That's smart.

[And she hesitates. Katara doesn't have any reason to want to help Ty Lee - she's been the enemy for so long, she can't stand Ty Lee's method of attack... but...] ((And the images flash of a ruined Fire Nation fishing village, of sick and starving villagers and feet running on water, angry soldiers, mist, and a Painted Lady...)) [And yet the words are still hard to say. But when she gets them out, she means them.]

...If you need help with anything, you know where we are.

[voice]

[standsonhands.livejournal.com]

I- thanks. It's...Katara, right?

[voice]

[markofthebrave]

[Katara nods.] That's right.

[Pause. Awkward! Weird!] Um. See you around, I guess?