"Good to know," Katara said. stretching a little, then the scenery changed again, this time to the aforementioned Southern water Tribe. You could hear the call of birds in the distance, and though it was empty, she could hear the sound of children and older people talking amongst each other. The air was crisp, cold but with a bit of wind there to chill the bones a little more. Katara always felt she remembered her home like this better than she did most other things.

She sat on the ground now, quietly taking in her surroundings, then turned to Roxie. "It's my home," she said simply.