city slick | @misguidedleader
Republic City park. It was the only place in the entire city that still felt safe.
Maybe it was the water, she did feel kinship to her own element. Or maybe it was the turtleducks, quacking as they drifted under one of the stone bridges. Or maybe it was simply that, next to one particularly sparkly bush, she’d actually seen the first truly, friendly face in the whole place–even if it was a bit strange.
Needless to say, she was there because she needed a break. Air Temple Island was a refuge, but it was also a very heavy reminder of just what was ahead of her. She still hadn’t mastered airbending. She still couldn’t even airbend. What good was the movement if Amon had her captive in five moves or less?
Nothing, and she knew it.
With a huff of a sigh, she splashed a hand in the water just to watch the ripples eventually ebb, and with it, came the reflection that told her she was no longer alone. It wasn’t Gommu, but maybe it was another of the homeless that lived in the city. Wait, no, he didn’t look that scruffy… Perhaps he was just there to enjoy some of the peace and quiet, too.
Of course, she ruined that because, before he could get too close, she’d already craned her head to venture a simple, “Hey.” If he didn’t recognize her as Avatar Korra, would-be savior and current failure of Republic City, all the better. But if he did, well, she’d just waterbend him on his way and be done with it.