it's a harmony, a miracle, being able to breathe and live at all

[As if it wasn't bad enough that she'd been spending the day before doing one of her least favorite chores from back - dressing and tanning game - Luceti had decided to play a little trick on Katara and turn her wings blood red. And then the sun didn't rise - or when it did... solar eclipses weren't supposed to last this long. They'd planned their attack to be in a eight minute window! All throughout the day, Katara kept glancing up at the sun, waiting for the shadow to leave, but it never did.

And when the moon rose...

She was red as blood as well. It twisted something inside her to see the moon like this again - even if it wasn't truly her moon, Katara couldn't help but feel connected to it and - and everything was going so, so wrong now. She'd always known that this was bad, that this was really really bad, and that they were stuck in a place entirely out of their control, but there was nothing like the natural order of things breaking down in front of her to drive that point home.

She's scared. She's really scared, and she can't show it. But when she slips out that night, not going far from the house at all, for the her evening practice routine, she hesitates for a long moment. Routine. Routine is how they'll get through this. Focusing on the things that they can do in the face of what they can't.

...just like she can't quite bring herself to test and see if her bending is still there. The last time the moon went red like this...

So she delays the inevitable, because she knows she can't live with herself until she tries, and makes a voice entry.]

I spent most of yesterday dressing a deer - that's one good thing, anyway, we don't have to worry about running out of food with all the game in the forest and the river. At home, we learn how to use every part of an animal so that nothing goes to waste, in order to respect the life we took to sustain our own. It's messy and gross, and I haven't missed it at all, but if anyone wants to learn how, I'll be happy to teach you.

[A pause, and she glances up at the moon. She really doesn't want to face things just yet.]

...does anyone know any good stories? It seems like a good night for it.


[Feel free to wander by and remark on the waterbender who should be practicing, but isn't.]

[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.]

Aang didn't come out for breakfast today. When I went in his room to check on him, all his stuff was gone. ...I guess this means he went home, right?

And all the stuff in the kitchen is different - does anyone know how they're supposed to work? Or how they got in here without waking us up, because -- seriously, creepy.

( Various filters to Longshot, Erza, and The Green Lantern )

[As for action? Katara is not going very far today. In fact, she is stuck inside, doing healing sessions with the invalid and making sure he stays in bed, and trying to figure out how all this crazy new stuff works. If you think she'd open the door for you and let you in, feel free to stop by and give the girl something else do a helping hand!]