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Flickering
Ever since stepping off the boat and hearing the familiar crunch of Southern snow, Katara has been surrounded by Water Tribe officials and her brother's architects. Most had questions about legislation—all had arms full of scrolls needing approval.
It's evening by the time she enters her chamber. On the desk, a candle draws her attention to a pile of documents. Leafing through them, she pockets one parchment with a recognizable scrawl. She wonders when it arrived, how long it's been waiting, if he even remembered she was away.
She stares at the candle's flickering flame before opening the letter.