She expected Air to make a move, but she didn’t expect them to gang up on her.  Fire grabbed her around the waist and pinned one arm behind her back.  Water sat on her ankles so she couldn’t kick them away.  Air snatched her wrist and yanked up the sleeve before she could wrench away.  She heard Fire suck in a breath at her ear, seeing the neat rows of parallel lines crawling their way up her arms like zebra stripes.  Air traced a finger over the scars.  She flinched.

“Why?” Air whispered.

“To make maple syrup,” she answered bitterly.

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Mash-up of elementals plus an actual experience with a zebra-striped person.

I enjoy that Earth is never named even though it's in third person limited.  And her dark joke at the end made me smile.