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Cessation of Motion
The world was not kind to the Water Tribes. She knew that from the moment she could speak. But losing her Mother and knowing she might have done something about it if she hadn't been afraid; that hurt in ways that didn't fit into words. It hurt so, so much. But the man who had killed her was gone, and her Tribe was still here. The waves still pushed, and the moon still shown. And her family needed her.
Dad kept forgetting to eat, he needed to be reminded. Sokka stopped warrior training, she needed to make him practice. Gran gran couldn't do all the chores, the cold bothered her joints more than ever this season. And the water was still there, always everywhere around her changing from snow to spring melt to ice and mist and back again. And if she was really a Waterbender, then she would be the water. Right now her Family and her Tribe needed her to be in motion, so she would do what Mom used to do and gather, and work, and provide for them.
Until they didn't need her to move for them anymore this hurt in her chest would not. That thing would be ice, and stillness, and anchored somewhere she wouldn't look at it as long as the people around her needed her to be in motion.