A small laugh bubble out from the pit of her stomach as she spoke.
❝ I suppose I should be calling you PRINCESS KATARA. Considering Sokka IS the prince of the southern water tribe. ❞
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she snickers, pulling her hands together to lay on the tops of her thighs. she smiles warmly at the princess, giving a nod, “ There’s no need for that, ” she replies, “ In the South, we don’t really use formalities like that… ” she snorts, crossing her arms over her chest and rolling her eyes.
“ And Sokka’s not really a… prince, per se… maybe like, the heir, or, the son of the chief. ” another snicker illuminates from her chest and she shrugs, “ JustKatara is fine. I wouldn’t have it any other way. ”