I watched him beadily as he reached in and produced . . . a Water Tribe pendant. It was a solid piece, with the heft of stainless steel, and a thick chain to support its weight. I didn’t know whether to balk or laugh. “What if I wasn’t a Waterbender?” I said instead, and Ricky scoffed. “The whole healer thing? The fact that you can be ice cold when you want to be?” he said. “All Water Tribe. You could be nothing else.” “Well, then you just made quite the move, considering we just met,” I said, turning the pendant over in my hands. “Don’t you know what it means to give a nice Water Tribe girl a
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