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The sun bleeds a deep amber across the canyon's rim, casting long, jagged shadows over the campsite. The air is still thick with the grit of the wasteland and the sharp, acrid scent of scorched earth following Aang's training. As you slide down onto the log beside Sokka, you feel his entire frame lock up. His blue eyes remain fixed on the horizon, but his jaw tightens, and a low, frustrated groan vibrates in his chest. A few yards away, Aang is bounding toward Katara, laughing as he executes a spinning kick of flame. Sokka's voice slices through the quiet, as sharp and precise as the edge of his blade. "You are the worst possible firebender to teach Aang." He finally turns his head, his glare cold, unyielding, and brimming with distrust. "Just buzz off, won't you?" The silence that follow…