For a while, she thinks about quitting. Waterbending, that is. There is no-one who'd be glad about her knowing it. Sokka always gets angry when he gets wet, Gran just looks at her with sad, wise eyes and dad... well, dad had to go away, too. There is so much to do that Katara thinks-- knows she should use her time doing them.
But Waterbending is something she can do, it's part of who she is. She'd sooner be able to fly than to deny it.
So she practices, and practices some more, and she tries to remember what little there is of the other Waterbenders she knew when she was even younger, and she doesn't stop, not even when Sokka's anger or Gran's eyes are focused on her.
But Waterbending is something she can do, it's part of who she is. She'd sooner be able to fly than to deny it.
So she practices, and practices some more, and she tries to remember what little there is of the other Waterbenders she knew when she was even younger, and she doesn't stop, not even when Sokka's anger or Gran's eyes are focused on her.
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