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It’s frustrating.
The water calls to her, and she reaches back, but it’s not quite right. Katara only skims the surface, and she knows that she can go so much deeper. But there’s no one to show her how; the little advice she can gather from secondhand, thirdhand accounts, long distant memories faded with time and grief for something they’d never known they would have the responsibility of passing down.
But she’s stubborn, and this is important. Even if she can go no further than the surface, Katara reaches out again and again to learn the way the water flows.