Earth Kingdom

Hiranya sighed, staring at her feet as Rajiv proceeded to show off his waterbending skills. The little pouch that he had drawn from the bag still had some water, and he let it flow out. Raising his hands, he let it float in front of him, curling into elegant shapes. Furrowing his brow in concentration, he allowed the water to freeze, landing in a small chunk at his feet. "I can do that, and heal," he bragged, as if the small display was as impressive as the work of a master.

His sister gazed at the melting ice. Perhaps she should have let Rajiv practice waterbending more. His knowledge of healing came out of necessity-- the less money spent on a doctor, the better. She had pushed him to receive lessons from other traveling performers. Their frequent scrapes from living in the wild has forced him to practice almost daily. But now, his actual bending was about as pathetic as her own. He had never needed to learn and they had never been able to properly make the attempt. And yet, he could master skills that were beyond the capacity of many master benders. Maybe it was because he was the Avatar. But maybe it was her fault. Necessity is the mother of talent, she thought with a sigh, glancing at her own hands. Perhaps that was why she could hardly call herself a firebender.