From Sokka's travel journal: "Estrange forms of bending"
I found a lost copy of that book, and found stuff like this:
Sokka
It was on a region on the mid-western part of the Earth Kingdom, near the coasts, when I met this unusual party of gals, whom I found unusually well attired and by far more feminine than the... Well... Two girls I used to spend most of my time hanging with. Now, I was used from my short time with the Kyoshi warriors, to see women with abundant amounts of make up; something very different from the old fashioned tradition of war paint. However, there was something quite different about the way this persons employed the different pigments, dusts and the like; being their style amazingly sophisticated and extremely artistic. Quite impressed by their skills at magnifying their beauty, I couldn't resist the impulse of attempting approach them, in a romantic way, I mean. Much to my surprise, as I was walking towards a group of them with a bouquet of wild flowers in my hand, I felt a strong grip on my arm. I turned around to confront the person assaulting me, only to find myself speech less at the sight of the death-serious expression of the mysterious old man in front of me. "What are you intending to accomplish, boy?" he asked me with a voice so deep as dark as the great void of the night sky. "I was just trying to have a word with the ladies, sir. I swear I do not carry any ill intentions towards them!"
The mysterious old man frowned and made his eyes even sharpen at me. "Ladies? So you indeed aren't aware of their true identity, and in fact were about to get your heart broken, stomped and crushed under the weight of the great disillusion?", confused, I asked for a clarification on the meaning of his words; but by all reply, the mysterious old man only gave me a warning: "Stay away from those wicked bewitchers, boy; for they are the most dangerous kind of all benders in the world!", scared at the same time as convinced by the severity of his voice, I asked which kind of benders they were, and he said: "Gender Benders."
Luckily, we left that region of the world before I could actually know what he meant...
The mysterious old man frowned and made his eyes even sharpen at me. "Ladies? So you indeed aren't aware of their true identity, and in fact were about to get your heart broken, stomped and crushed under the weight of the great disillusion?", confused, I asked for a clarification on the meaning of his words; but by all reply, the mysterious old man only gave me a warning: "Stay away from those wicked bewitchers, boy; for they are the most dangerous kind of all benders in the world!", scared at the same time as convinced by the severity of his voice, I asked which kind of benders they were, and he said: "Gender Benders."
Luckily, we left that region of the world before I could actually know what he meant...
So, there you have it. All sorts of weird forms of bending are out there biggrin
