it is no use of magicks that bring her here: no, it is the god-awful position that america in its entitlement claims to be leading power and authority on most global-elected positions; and how ironic it is, really, that endowed leadership would be applicable even to a populace reduced to one-percent, considered caricature by most, shown mostly by eagle feathers and chicken feet.
is there much she can learn here? katara isn't certain, honestly, has very little opinion of these states, but knows assuming observations may lead to glaring oversights, so she bites her tongue. besides, sokka speaks highly of los angeles, but isn't that because of preferred medium of outreach...? the media production capital of the world, and social media, too, it feels, with flashing lights and self-portraits snapped within what seems to be every few feet of her.
she leaves sokka with the company credit card-- a choice, certainly, she may come to regret, but katara cannot be bothered to stand at baggage claim, nor to watch her brother fail at hailing taxis with wolf whistles and waving with calloused hands. no, instead she walks to the windows that face the port, let her palms press against the cool glass, glacial eyes keen on observing the waves, timing her breaths with the crash of tides. only the water keeps her calm, mind focused on the tasks to come.
but before she can get lost in the ocean's allure, the siren's call, there's a more grating presence vibrating in her pocket, garnering her attention. " c'mon, kat ! I picked a place off the beach, just for you! ... I'm gonna get the bigger beeeeeed ! " and katara scoffs, making her way to the arrivals station and taxi stand, nonchalant as she brushes past chiffon camisoles and corduroy slacks to intended destination.
but they say you never know who you might brush shoulders with...!
a starter for @undrowns !