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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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[markofthebrave]

[This girl... it's an actual effort to let the insult pass. Although admittedly, Katara now cares a bit less than she did before about whether or not San will let her help.]

Are you in pain? You're moving differently.

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[San knows she will be thinking of it anyway, so as the fight she lost with Tattoi plays out in her mind, she tries to give as little information as possible. But this is what she's really in a bad mood about, Katara]

A demon came into the forest.

[markofthebrave]

...What, here? What happened?

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

We fought.

[she's not inclined to say any more, but Katara can watch San get beaten, if she wants. It's been days since then, of course, and Moro managed to get the healing spirit to help her, but still]