Outskirts.

The day was warm and dry, the sun glinting wonderously off the rock minerals imbedded into the vast stone mountains. Winged creatures flitted between the fractures in the cliff face like a miniature community, while far below mountain goats and agile cats roamed.
Yulia stood upon a moving formation of rock, taking deep, sudden breaths as she punched forward again and again, forcing the uneven stone to grind forward through the earth. Her pet ermine, Ringo, lay sleeping across her shoulders, the spined webbing in his tail becoming visible each time he exhaled. The sound of Yulia's earthbending didn't seem to bother the little creature; she trained every day, just as loud and just as hard, so he was used to it.
The temple monks rarely bothered her when she came up here. She kept her distance and they kept theirs - it was a silent agreement they had had for years now.