Satiro dredged through the desert as sweat poured from his brow. He reached down for his canteen but alas it was empty. He walked on for a few more minutes before he desperately needed water. He was dripping the last drops of water that he could get out of the canteen when he had an idea. It wouldn’t be the best idea but hopefully it would work and not get him sick. He stood with his feet shoulder length apart. So that he wouldn’t faint from exhaustion he pulled his robe down so that it was all around his waist. He put the two tips of his middle fingers together and pulled them apart and nothing happened. He tried that a few more times and eventually he got the sand to budge. His problem was he was trying to hard to move it, because he didn’t know it took much less effort. He kept digging down until he was about waist deep in sand. When he hit solid ground he was in a 5 by 5 foot cone of cleared sand. He shifted the sand into a square so that he could have room to bend the earth. He stomped, brought up a boulder and kicked it into the wall. He repeated this process several times before he ever hit any water. When he did find the water he was so exhausted he fainted with his hand in the water. When he woke up he pulled his canteen off of his waist and filled it up in the dirty water. He bended all the earth and minerals out of the water that he could and screwed the cap on. He bent the sand to make a jagged staircase. He continued and eventually got to the great city of Omashu.