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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!
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Her head bows slightly, brows furrowing as her hands curl into fists in the fabric over her knees. Her expression shifts, however, and she sits straighter, not ramrod with discomfort but with her shoulders square and proud.
"My brother and I found the Avatar. He'd been frozen in an iceberg under the water near our village since before the war began. Since then, we've been traveling the world to help him master all the elements so he can fight the Fire Lord."
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Still, he feels awful and lets the coincidence go entirely. Steve's expression goes instantly grieved for the poor girl next to him.
"I'm so sorry to hear about what you've been through. Honestly. I fought against men in my time who had similar goals of genocide. It's awful that they seem to have gotten so close where you came from.
"But I'm sure, with your support, you're doing all you can to right these wrongs. If I were the Fire Lord, I'd be nervous." And Steve means that, too. Katara doesn't seem like the kind of girl to cross nor does she seem the type to give up.
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"Oh, and I suppose you were also frozen in an iceberg for a hundred years?" she snips, feeling tetchy until he apologizes. He seems so sincere that she can't stay mad.
Her hands fold in her lap and she sighs. "I couldn't beat the Fire Lord on my own--not with Sozin's Comet overhead. That's something only Aang can do. I just hope he's okay. He's only twelve, you know?"
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"I can't imagine being twelve and going through that. Or being responsible for bearing a...Fire Lord with a....comet?"
He frowns.
"What does the comet do?"