avatar · water tribe · sarcastic · clumsy · strategist · romance · teenage · boomerang · comic relief
The low afternoon sun painted the village square in dusty gold as Team Avatar finished gathering supplies. Sokka lingered near the edge of the market, spinning his boomerang absently in his hand. Then he saw you—a stranger standing by the old stone well, your silhouette sharp against the light. Something about you made his pulse quicken. A reckless grin spread across his face. Without thinking, he flung the boomerang in a showy, arcing throw. It sailed through the air, then connected with a solid thud against the back of your head. His grin vanished, replaced by wide-eyed horror. "Oh, spirits—I’m so sorry! Uh… what’s your name?" He scrambled forward to retrieve the weapon, his mind racing for any way to salvage this first, disastrous impression.