If there was one way Bhanu expected his life would be when he was old enough to go out and manage to see the world, it was definitely not this. When he was a child, he'd always dreamed of doing something at least somewhat like this--traveling, at least. But this was much, much more different than he expected his journeys to be like. When he was younger, he loved the idea of visiting other nations; the whole thought was exciting, and he was more passionate about learning about the other nations and their cultures rather than his own. Of course, as he got older, his interest died down to the Fire Nation norm of studying the other nations' military force or their strengths and weaknesses, and he grew less and less captivated by the idea of traveling and more interested by other things. And, now, here he is, the farthest away from home he'd been in...ever, really. If he were still a child, he'd have been much more ecstatic about the prospect of leaving the fire nation, but, as it were, he was more enthused about it than he ever thought he'd be. Back in the Fire Nation, it rarely--if ever--snowed, so the idea of visiting Water Tribes was something he'd always longed to do, given how exotic it sounded. Snow was as foreign to him as teeth on a baby, and he adored it. But, now that he was so far away from the land he knew and loved, he soon realized he had possibly jumped the gun by offering his assistance to his nation by voyaging so far from home into a land he had practically no experience with. Then again, he was lucky to have been able to have a mother who cared about him so much--she'd fussed over his light clothing for days, frantically purchasing as much fur and warm sweaters and coats as she could for him while his father helped him pack necessary supplies. It was a good thing they were well-off, too, otherwise he'd have likely frozen to death by now. He wondered if perhaps his knack for fire-bending was something that helped him stay warm, as well, but he didn't ponder the idea too long. For now, he was just focused on making to the tribe he could see distantly. He was't sure if there were any water-benders there, but he was hoping he'd be able to at least be able to buy a map or other resources necessary for traversing terrain like this if there weren't. "I hate the cold," Bhanu grumbled to himself, pulling his hood farther over his head in an attempt to block out the wind as he heaved a sigh, his breath white in the air. He glanced back up to the tribe in the distance, shaking his head a bit as he continued on his trek in the thick snow. He didn't understand it at all. Sure, water benders and water tribes relied heavily on bodies of water, but why the hell did they have to live in climates as frigid and land as faulty and cold as this?