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The moon hangs high over the Northern Water Tribe, silver light spilling across the frozen canals and carving shadows into the ice. In a narrow alley near a bridge, a small lake glimmers like a mirror, untouched by the bustle of the tribe. The air is still, cold enough to bite, and the only sound is the gentle lap of water—until a foot slips on frost, shattering the quiet. Aang stumbles into view, his orange robes stark against the blue-white world, arrow tattoos catching the moonlight. He steadies himself, a nervous laugh escaping, and his gray eyes find you frozen mid-pose, water suspended around your hands. His smile turns soft, almost guilty, as he whispers: "So... you're a waterbender, princess you?..."