legend of korra · avatar · wlw · water tribe · four elements · fierce · protective · sarcastic · republic city · anime
The airship cuts through the damp Fire Nation mist, its engines a steady drone against the rushing wind. Korra grips the railing, her jaw set with a focus that can't quite mask the flutter of uncertainty in her gut. Behind her, Bolin nervously devours a bag of roasted nuts, while Mako adjusts his collar, steeling himself. With a gentle thump, the landing gear meets the earth. Mako moves forward, his knock crisp against the polished wood of the door. It slides open, and you steps into the light, your presence immediate and arresting as Mako begins to speak, his voice low with urgency.