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Sand
"C'mon, would you hurry up? I'm getting cold waiting for you!"
"Hey! It's not that easy to find where I'm going when I can barely see, okay?" she called angrily to him, navigating her way roughly through the damp sand towards the beach house. He sounded about twenty metres away, impatience in his voice. (She had no clue how far away he felt because this ridiculous sludge she was stuck walking in had thrown her depth perception way out of whack!) Was it just her or had it suddenly become impossibly difficult to walk on this stuff? There was no way the sand had been this much torture last time she was here!
"So it rains a little and suddenly you're completely blind in sand?" he teased. Her eye twitched.
"Watch your mouth, Sparky! I'm not happy as it is!"
He let out a hearty laugh in response. "No need to tell me. I can definitely tell."
She stopped dead. Hearing the lack of shluch shluch shluch that had indicated her wary footsteps in the now-quicksand he turned around to meet her gaze. Only to be met with a whip of sand like a slap in his face. He toppled backwards and tripped. A proud grin spread across her face when she heard the gratifying schlop of his posterior landing in the sandy gloop.
"Wow, get a little sand in your eye and you completely lose your balance. Geez, Sparky."
He made a mental note not to threaten her when any vast form of earth was around, regardless of the apparent earthbending-be-gone powers it seemed to have.
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