[She hadn't meant to stop in the park. She'd been on her way home from work when a ripple of moonlight drew her gaze upwards, and she found herself stopping. Walking towards the center of the park, where she could see the moon best. Settling down on the ground, anchored to the earth. She could hear the fountain in the distance, as though the sound was carried by the cold breeze ruffling her hair.
She feels connected, both miniscule and infinite, in a way she hasn't felt since she was a child, long before the Order of the White Lotus. She remembers, in the way one remembers a dream, following a path of moonlight, to a place as foreign to the South Pole as the City is to Republic City.
There's a presence beside her. She turns her head. Oogie?
No. Appa. Like in a dream, she smiles. Reaches out her hand to pet his head.]
You're really here.
[The skybison growls a friendly welcome, and touches his nose to her forehead.
Appa, filthy, injured, tired and sick of heart, curls up in the ruins of the Eastern Air Temple. A wizened old man is with him. He speaks.
"Oh dear, you've been through so much recently. Hurt and betrayed. So twisted up inside. You're still full of love, but fear has moved in where trust should be. I've been expecting you and the young Avatar for quite a long time. I had a vision many years ago of helping him. That's why I came to the Eastern Air Temple. Oh your emotions are so turbulent, like swirling storm clouds. Let the clouds in your mind be gentle peaceful ones."
Korra closes her eyes and buries her head in Appa's fur. Gentle, peaceful clouds. That would be nice.
To anyone who passes by, it will just look like some girl has fallen asleep in the snow.]
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She feels connected, both miniscule and infinite, in a way she hasn't felt since she was a child, long before the Order of the White Lotus. She remembers, in the way one remembers a dream, following a path of moonlight, to a place as foreign to the South Pole as the City is to Republic City.
There's a presence beside her. She turns her head. Oogie?
No. Appa. Like in a dream, she smiles. Reaches out her hand to pet his head.]
You're really here.
[The skybison growls a friendly welcome, and touches his nose to her forehead.
Appa, filthy, injured, tired and sick of heart, curls up in the ruins of the Eastern Air Temple. A wizened old man is with him. He speaks.
"Oh dear, you've been through so much recently. Hurt and betrayed. So twisted up inside. You're still full of love, but fear has moved in where trust should be. I've been expecting you and the young Avatar for quite a long time. I had a vision many years ago of helping him. That's why I came to the Eastern Air Temple. Oh your emotions are so turbulent, like swirling storm clouds. Let the clouds in your mind be gentle peaceful ones."
Korra closes her eyes and buries her head in Appa's fur. Gentle, peaceful clouds. That would be nice.
To anyone who passes by, it will just look like some girl has fallen asleep in the snow.]