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revivalproject2019-09-03 10:22 pm
waterwhip) wrote in revivalproject2019-09-03 10:22 pm
01 ≋ a frozen ocean joins our hearts ≋
Who: Katara and you!
What: Exploring the area and not getting into trouble at all ever.
When: Within the first couple of days of arrival.
Where: The fountain and the greenhouse.
Warnings: None! Maybe later.
--∿≈≋🌘≋≈∽--
It isn't lost on Katara that the assembled band of 'heroes' brought from every corner are fortunate to have an abundant supply of fresh water. She is fortunate, more than most--some people drink what they need to survive without thinking much about it, but for a daughter of the Water Tribe, and a waterbender to boot, water is essential to Katara. It has informed every aspect of her life.
She bends in the square when she has time and it's not too crowded. Pakku would never let her hear the end of it if she let her skills get rusty, and frankly, she's worked too hard just to be allowed to learn to let it go to waste.
The water she's gathered up now will go to the greenhouse later, but there's nothing saying she can't play with it a little first. It coils through the air, forming loops and spirals. Refracted light dances on the ground and the walls of the buildings around her. Another movement catches her eye, and she turns, first with a guarded look and then a smile.
"Oh, hey! I didn't see you there."
--∿≈≋🌕≋≈∽--
Since discovering that her skills as a waterbender are invaluable in streamlining the process of cultivating food, Katara has made daily visits to the greenhouse to water and weed the plants. There are a few she's become particularly fond of--one is a little maroon and pink fruit she's dubbed the 'glueberry' for how sticky the juice becomes if it gets mashed; it's sweet and tart, and she knows they're packed with nutrients.
Her favorite is a much larger fruit that she discovered after a few days of tending the greenhouse. The husk of the fruit requires a bit of effort to crack, but the inside is filled with fleshy seed pods that taste like something between the mangoes that grow on Ember Island and the moon peaches Momo loves so much. The seeds are a glossy, almost iridescent black; Katara has begun to save them to replant, and to make beads for jewelry.
She wasn't expecting company today, but she doesn't seem disappointed for it. "Here, help me break this open?" she asks, the football-sized fruit in her extended hand. "You really have to try this. It's so good!"
--∿≈≋🌒≋≈∽--
Wildcard!
What: Exploring the area and not getting into trouble at all ever.
When: Within the first couple of days of arrival.
Where: The fountain and the greenhouse.
Warnings: None! Maybe later.
--∿≈≋🌘≋≈∽--
It isn't lost on Katara that the assembled band of 'heroes' brought from every corner are fortunate to have an abundant supply of fresh water. She is fortunate, more than most--some people drink what they need to survive without thinking much about it, but for a daughter of the Water Tribe, and a waterbender to boot, water is essential to Katara. It has informed every aspect of her life.
She bends in the square when she has time and it's not too crowded. Pakku would never let her hear the end of it if she let her skills get rusty, and frankly, she's worked too hard just to be allowed to learn to let it go to waste.
The water she's gathered up now will go to the greenhouse later, but there's nothing saying she can't play with it a little first. It coils through the air, forming loops and spirals. Refracted light dances on the ground and the walls of the buildings around her. Another movement catches her eye, and she turns, first with a guarded look and then a smile.
"Oh, hey! I didn't see you there."
--∿≈≋🌕≋≈∽--
Since discovering that her skills as a waterbender are invaluable in streamlining the process of cultivating food, Katara has made daily visits to the greenhouse to water and weed the plants. There are a few she's become particularly fond of--one is a little maroon and pink fruit she's dubbed the 'glueberry' for how sticky the juice becomes if it gets mashed; it's sweet and tart, and she knows they're packed with nutrients.
Her favorite is a much larger fruit that she discovered after a few days of tending the greenhouse. The husk of the fruit requires a bit of effort to crack, but the inside is filled with fleshy seed pods that taste like something between the mangoes that grow on Ember Island and the moon peaches Momo loves so much. The seeds are a glossy, almost iridescent black; Katara has begun to save them to replant, and to make beads for jewelry.
She wasn't expecting company today, but she doesn't seem disappointed for it. "Here, help me break this open?" she asks, the football-sized fruit in her extended hand. "You really have to try this. It's so good!"
--∿≈≋🌒≋≈∽--
Wildcard!
Fountain
If the girl's manipulating the water on her own, that's a pretty useful skill to have in the situation they've all found themselves in, but beyond just being useful, there's a beauty to it, too, and Carol certainly doesn't mind just watching, as long as the girl doesn't mind an audience.
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She shrugs and sits on the lip of the fountain, dipping her fingers into the water, absentmindedly forming little blocks of ice that float to the surface. "I'm Katara. What's your name? Are you thirsty?"
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"I'm Carol, and -- yeah, kinda why I'm here." She sits down on the edge beside Katara, and looks down into the fountain itself, ready to scoop up some water in her hands, but she's distracted by the fresh ice that sparkles in the sun. "And you do ice? That's some serious talent."
Of course, it's probably second nature to Katara, or something close to it - she's clearly young, but she seems dedicated to practicing her craft. "Hope they haven't put you to too much work," she says, almost like it's a joke. Almost.
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Carol's comment about being put to work has the girl shrugging. "It's not bad," she says. "I have an ability that no one else has, which means I can be that much more helpful." And it isn't as if she's trying to keep herself so very occupied so she won't have the time or energy to worry about her absent friends. Of course not. "My people are used to having to struggle to survive, so this isn't much different. At least no one here is trying to hurt us."