(I've got the answer to the rest of this one mostly planned out, but it's still in progress- in the meanwhile, hope you enjoy this)


"Don't you have your own supplies?!"

"Not so loud-!" Zura cautioned desperately. She glanced aside and then back to Katara, who glowered in incredulity. "Look- I haven't had a reason to pack any. I haven't had my courses in three-"

"I don't want to hear the gory details," Katara cut her off, looking exasperated. She could count well enough, and it made sense, she supposed...

Zura bowed her head, biting her tongue. Fitting in with the Avatar's companions was hard enough, and she knew that it would be difficult and she'd have to be careful not to ruffle feathers... so of course the universe would drop this in her lap. And the only other girl of age would have to be the one she could drive into a rage with her merest presence...

"I'll lend you some cloths- just- don't bother me again," the Water girl finally replied, turning to rummage through her packs. Zura waited until she'd stuffed the small package in her arms, and then walked swiftly away, hoping to avoid anyone else between her and the bushes-

"Hey Princess Sparky-pants! I was hoping to talk with you-!"

Please don't make me have to throw her brother into a wall. Please please please...

"Sokka, give it a rest!" Zura took the opportunity and gratefully slipped out of Sokka's range. Katara didn't hate her that much, apparently.