Earth was easy. She'd been bending it nearly her entire life. Her very movement depended on it.
Metal was tougher. Earthbenders had tried and failed to shape it for untold generations.
But desperation had driven her to attempt the impossible. And she'd succeeded where none had prior.
But that was just iron and steel, boring and normal. She'd received a very unusual present once; a leftover chunk of spirit-sent meteorite.
And she'd molded it to her desire, shifting it as she pleased. But the rest of the ore had been forged into a sword.
And lost forever. Because of her.