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Katara’s skin glistens from being carefully scrubbed for the better part of an hour. Her face is flushed and her hair is shiny, spilling from the skillful fingers of servants. Their touch is gentle, but Katara has yet to get used to having so many hands on her.
Standing, she lifts her arms and slips into the final layer of her royal robes, made of the deepest blue silk the Fire Nation has to offer. Her topknot secures a simple gold crown: the full moon, mother of her people, and within it the burning fire that represents her second home.