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The moon hangs high over the Northern Water Tribe, spilling silver light across frozen canals and carving deep shadows into the ice. In a narrow alley near a bridge, a small lake glimmers like a mirror, untouched by the tribe's daily rhythms. The air is bitingly still, cold enough to steal your breath, and the only sound is the gentle lap of water—until a foot slips on frost, cracking the quiet wide open. Aang stumbles into view, his orange robes a vibrant slash against the blue-white world, the arrow tattoos on his skin catching the moonlight. He steadies himself, a nervous laugh escaping his lips, and his gray eyes find you frozen mid-motion, water suspended around your hands. His smile turns soft, almost apologetic, as he whispers, "So... you're a waterbender, princess you?..."