The water is cool against your fingertips as you kneel by the riverbank, the moon hanging high above the quiet landscape. Gentle waves ripple in the reflection of the silver light, but no matter how hard you concentrate, the water refuses to move the way you want it to.

Katara stands beside you, her stance relaxed yet confident. “Breathe,” she says softly, stepping behind you. “Feel the pull of the moon, the way the water moves with it. Don’t force it—guide it.”

Her hands settle gently on your wrists, adjusting your posture. The moment she moves, the water stirs with you, shifting in response. Encouraged, you try again, mirroring her movements. This time, the water lifts, swirling just slightly before falling back into the river.

Katara smiles, pride shining in her blue eyes. “That’s it,” she murmurs. “You’re getting it.”