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She tilts her head at part of that, but chooses to let it go for the moment. Besides, the first food is ready, isn't it?

"Aside from missing people? Yeah. There's good people here. Jinora's from my universe, as it happens, if you run into her. And then there's Luz...who I swear is like having a little sister. So at least I can help people I care about. Until...well, whatever comes, I guess."

She offers over some rather wonderfully cooked meat, with a smile.

In fairness, Catra often says things that are 'mildly concerning' that people choose to just let go. It's easier than trying to dig the information out of her. Her ears perk up slightly,

"Never heard of Jinora... but I know Luz. She's alright I guess-" Her shoulders lift with a shrug, playing off any familiarity they might have. The fish is a welcome distraction, immediately catching Catra's eyes as she picks out a skewer, lifting it to give a few testing sniffs before chomping in.

Sharp kitty fangs bite away at the fish with all the grace of... well, a cat munching on food, silent for a moment despite the slight swish of her tail while she eats, occasionally peeking up at Korra with a glance.

It might be tasty. Shut up.

As she reaches for her own, the now-prepared chicken skewers ready to go next, it might be a little bit surprising how eagerly and carnivorously she digs in.

"Mmm, not bad," she says, "just wish I had some of the spices I had back home. Fire Nation spices would really give this some kick."

"You could always wish for some." She says it offhandedly, barely thinking before she shrugs and glances up, chewing through a mouthful and peeering over Korra for a long, long moment.

"So what else do you want to have her? Aside from people I guess." She's letting Korra do the talking, mostly, easier than talking about herself. The trick is getting the avatar to actually talk about herself.

Fish BITE-

...Well why hadn't that most obvious of things occurred to her.

"Huh, right, you're...right."

Well, that'll take some thinking on her part.

"Pictures, I guess. Reminders. Little bits of home, I guess. I never had much in the way of possessions, so...not sure what I'd ask for, there."

Catra looks up, halfway through a mouthful of fish and frowning slightly. Her ears flicker with a hint of irritation.

"Yeah. What's the point of being able to wish for things if we can't have anything we ACTUALLY want?" She rolls her eyes and takes another big bite, her tail thumping lightly to one side with a grumpy flick.

"Are you bored here?"

"A little?" she replies. "But...yeah, sure, things were exciting back home - but I also had to fight so much."

She sighs, looking at Catra with a lopsided smile as the first chicken skewers get finalized.

"Is it bad I sort of wish my friends were here? This place is a vacation compared to the last few years back home."

What's with that look...? Her ears twitch, meeting it with mismatched eyes for a second before she glances away. Very intently looking at the food.

"Maybe. Sometimes things here suck. But it's probably better than a lot of places too."

Bitterly, she's reflecting on her lack of friends to want to bring here.

She offers over the first of the chicken sticks.

"You're right about that. I can think of a couple places I'd rather not see again. Or people I get really tired of having to deal with."

"And at least I get to make new friends," she adds, pointedly waggling the stick a bit.

[ Something something something. Innuendo. ]

Catra scoffs "You can say that again!"

Then her ear twitches, peeking one eye over and raising a brow as the skewer wiggles in the air. Like a meaty cat toy.

Hmm-

She snatches it out with a small huff before taking a generous bite.

"I guess..." That's more progress than Korra might realize.

Definitely more than she realizes, but for the moment, she takes a bite of her own skewer.

"I suppose that should be a toast, but - drinks. What would you like? I've got water and...juices, I guess."

Her head lifts after a few bites. For a moment Korra has two bright mismatched eyes peeering up at her. Blink- A small pause before:

"What kinda juice?" Spoken between a mouthful. Her tail swishes behind her.

"Uhhh...."

She reaches down and pulls up three selections, with a shrug of her shoulders - and nearly dropping one.

"Any of these strike your fancy?"

Lean. Sniff sniff sniff. She scans over the options before pointing at the reddish one.

"Whatever that is, smells good-"

And while Korra's doing that, she's nabbing a little more food, chomping away with the selfish greed of a cat. The moment of low pressure silence does give her a moment to ask, though.

"So... what's with that big dog-thing?"

With a nod, she pours out a glass. She hands it over to Catra as she responds.

"That's Naga, she's a polar bear dog. When I was still very little, I found her lost in a snowstorm. Spent the night staying warm in a shelter I built out of the snow...she's the only tame polar bear dog ever known. Avatars tend to find animal partners...and she's mine. Or I'm hers, really, it's hard to tell some days, heh."

Her tail flickers. Dog she knows, bear, kindof? all those words in combination sound a bit odd. But then, alien, what does she know?

"Pft. Right-" She's running low on questions to keep the awkward silence away, but her head nods, sipping away at the drink offered between bites. Maybe silence isn't quite so bad. Curious eyes flicker over Korra before returning to her food.

Silence can be good, and she doesn't mind it. She's learned that, over the years. But...

"Still don't know much about you," she replies, with a smile. "I'd be happy to hear more. Whatever you're willing to tell, really."

Catra's eyes flicker up to Korra's for a brief second before turning away with a guilty look like she doesn't deserve the smile.

"You never asked... There's not much good to say." Her bratty independent act isn't holding up. She's never been good at talking about herself.

"I don't even know what to tell you-" The basics, maybe? "I'm from a planet called Etheria, and spent my life growing up in the Horde army."

"Hey," she says, reaching out a hand to - if allowed - touch her shoulder.

"Good or bad, it's you, and that's the person I'm trying to get to know. So. Etheria. The Horde. Got that so far. Doesn't sound like a fun way to grow up?"

Catra flinches, leaning back slightly before the tension in her shoulders fades. It's a sign of something, maybe trust, that she lets Korra leave her hand there. A mix of that body-suit she tends to prefer and the ~~surprisingly soft~~ fluff of her shoulder.

"... It's the only one I know, so hard to say. The Horde wasn't that bad, alone. It's just an army. We have food, shelter, beds." Her ears fold back, slowly sinking down as she finishes off her food. NOW she's avoiding eye contact. "Hordak's bad, but he's just your average angry leader. Shadow Weaver, though... I think she made it her life goal to try and make me miserable."

Edited (icon) 2025-06-23 02:48 (UTC)

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