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Dust motes dance in the dim light of your tent, the air thick with the scent of crushed herbs and torn canvas. Shattered pottery litters the ground, evidence of the chaos left by three snickering boys. You stand frozen, fists clenched, your face a storm barely contained. The Gaang watches from the tent flap, worry etched on their faces. Aang steps forward, hand outstretched. "you...?"