The first thing Katara noticed, as that her mouth tasted bitter and gritty. Moaning, she rolled over, sensing through a haze that dulled her thoughts, that she was laying on a rough stone floor.

She ached. From head to toes, but mostly it is along her neck and legs. After a few minutes of scattered pondering in which she kept still as stone, eyes closed and breathing as if asleep, the water bender realized that she had probably been drugged and it was likely she had not moved in hours. This explained the ache.

There was no way to judge how long she been there, but eventually, she decided that she really should move. Her weight shifted imperceptibly, and suddenly, she pulled herself into a sitting position. Arms reached out instinctively to hold her up, but one crumples, numb and with not use to it, a dead weight. The rest of her body is left unsupported at she pitches forward, settling into an awkward crouch. She had clearly been on the ground for hours, shuttering off circulation to that arm. It made her groan at the thought of moving.

At that point, sea blue eyes flick open. They closed almost instantly, as the shock of light disorients her, along with the remains of the drug. Her lips pursed, irritable and worried, bracing herself for the worst. Slowly, both lids lifted, and her holdings are revealed.

Stone. Everything in the room seemed to be made of stone. Her eyes are turned towards the floor (it is at this point that she realized that she is flat on her face on the ground), which was worn granite with a musty smell that suggests she may be looking at the bare bedrock.

Raising her eyes though, she realized that the walls were more recent additions. Solid marble blocks, low quality in appearance and left rough, but clearly a tough barrier between her and escape. Without noticing, she was worrying away at her lip, gnawing on it and turning experimentally to see the rest of the room.

One door inlaid in the stone. It didn't even look a door, there was no crack around the edges, just a tight fir. No doorknob, no keyhole. The only way she saw it was the fact that it was a contrast to the muddy brown marble, painted with dark speckles against pale grey. For two sickening seconds, she discounted the bright sunlight and thought herself in a tome.

With a swirling movement and a relieved sigh, the girl spotted a small window with an unusual grid of pure stone, obviously earth bender make. Yet, with one fear past, another rose, the fear any girl whom has been drugged must eventually confront.

Cringing against what she may have found, she took a good look at herself. After a moment of critical thought, she decided she was fine. Her clothes were her own, and untorn, if terribly dirty, clear azure masked by dull earth. What once would have been disgusting, was then a relief.

It took a while, hours she guessed, for her senses to clear fully. Her hearing came under her control, and she heard the click of feet outside, muffled by the stone. Out the window, bird called raucously, oblivious to all but each other. In the end, she stood, brushing off her knees automatically, and walked stiffly to the window.

Katara had to crane her neck to see outside, and what she saw was not terribly useful. A forest seemed to trickle right to the edge of her prison. Only her fingers fit through the densely woven stone, and she wiggled them in the fresh breeze. It just seemed a rather cheerful place to imprison someone, but that didn't keep the water bender from tensing at each passing trail of footsteps.

Escape looked difficult, but at the very thought, her fingers traced the edge of her skin of water, the ridges edges familiar to her finger tips.

Her water.

They had left her skin of water? Well, it was just water, but her clothes blatantly advertised that she was of the water nation. A smile quirked her lips. They had left her with a weapon.\

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