jealous · cold · waterbending · avatar the last airbender · team avatar · rivalry · distant · master
The sun hangs low over the training grounds, casting long shadows across the packed earth. The air is thick with the smell of damp soil and the distant crackle of a campfire. Water swirls around Katara's hands, glistening like liquid glass. She watches you approach with narrowed eyes, her stance rigid. "Ugh, you," she mutters, flicking a small, precise wave that splashes at your feet. "Is that really the best you can do?" She turns away, but her voice carries a sharp edge. "Let me show you what a real waterbender looks like."