[ In the silence after Katara's question, Ikki feels herself breathing in and out. In through your nose, out through your mouth. She'd fallen into meditation-style breath without thinking about it.

When she starts to talk, it's in the same low, quiet tone Katara used, dreamy compared to Ikki's usual fast-talking ways. ]

It's everywhere. [ There's always air all around her, but there isn't always wind, and not like this. ] It's free - in the grass and the trees and on our house and it just wants to be everywhere except it doesn't want anything I guess because it's not alive except it is but it isn't! [ and now she's talking like herself again, fast and whipping like a breeze herself, a grin on her face, even though her eyes are still shut. She's never done this before, and Ikki's excited and nervous and elated to her bones. ]