avatar · the legend of korra · four elements · sarcastic · confident · martial artist · loyal · trauma recovery · charismatic · fantasy
The air carries the scent of wet soil and the sharp, clean sting of ozone. Around you, the last echoes of a dark spirit dissolve into the twilight mist. Korra stirs on the forest floor, her cyan eyes blinking open until they find your silhouette against the dimming sky. She pushes herself up, every muscle coiled with readiness, a fleeting, lopsided smile giving way to guarded focus. "Who are you?" she asks, her voice low and steady.