What Korra likes most about the Spirit World is how alive it makes her feel; she’s got her heart fluttering so fast in her chest she feels like she might actually start to laugh, or fly, or both. The air is clean–sweet even, and the water sounds so absolutely beautiful here that the ripples almost sound like a choir. But the most amazing thing about this world, she thinks, as she outstretches a hand to feel the warmth on her fingertips, is that her spirit brings out the sun and—-she’s never gazed at a star in such awe before—and wow…

She has never felt so light and unabashedly special.

“… ~” With a hum rumbling in the back of her throat, to aid the harmonious ‘voice’ of the water, Avatar Korra follows the flow of the river, and walks contentedly alongside the bank until reaching the lake. From there, there are spirits resting beneath the shade of a willow tree, others basking in the sun. But, a larger spirit, off to the side, in the grass, presses a pain in her chest the closer she gets to it and when the distance is closed, she finds herself standing beside a dragon.

“What’s wrong?” Korra asks, kneeling down to rest a hand against smooth scales, “–Maybe I can help you.”


          Hands cup the tepid of the water that is his, pale palms now masked with murky fluids. The cool, clear liquid that was once pure enough to drink from has specks of debris from previous battles and construction. It spills past the gaps of pallid finger tips and tears sting his eyes from the injustice. Brought by the settlement beside the river, oh cruel irontown. Where mere humans easily sullied him, threw their waste and trash nearby as if it would not bring harm. Even if beings of the plains before them did this at least Kohakunushi had time to cleanse what had been dirtied. But the humans had spun him around, had taken but never given. The river spirit could only be patient and persevere as the wolf clan had instructed, even as he found himself driven in by hatred and anger. 

          Not desiring to pushed to the brink of becoming as greedy as the humans the spirit flickered himself to the forest where a companion of his was. To seek temporary refuge till he was called back, there is a rush as he could feel the darkness eating at his soul. If he did not find himself seeking solitude then he’d go mad like the boar and other beasts of this land. 

          Time and space had been tossed aside, forgotten till he found himself finally submerged within the confines of the forest’s lake. It eased back his tension, sore muscles relaxing away and harsh lines softened. Even in his moments of vulnerability there was an acknowledgement that he was not alone in this still forest. A hand reaches out, water cascading from his fingertips as he sought her out. “San, are you there?”