Kind of a crappy little oneshot. I think it's a plausible situation, though. Also: Do you think the Spirit Oasis even exists in 170 ASC? I dunno, it doesn't really seam like something that just disappears, so...
R&R, friends, R&R.
Tenzin looked at the Water Tribe girl with disdain. Behind his glare, though, was confliction. The girl reminded him of his mother; independent and headstrong, though she lacked the soft, caring side that Katara had always shown him as he grew up. She was the reincarnation of his father, but she was nothing like him. While Avatar Aang was a conservative, careful man who held a deep respect for everything, she was anarchic and blunt. She could be rude at times, and her disrespectful side comments were often out of line. There was no way that this...this child could possibly bring balance back to the world the way his father had. She simply could not replace him. If she had not been born, perhaps his father could've still...
As if sensing his thoughts, Korra bit a comment towards the man.
"Master Tenzin, I am not the reason that Avatar Aang died. It wasn't my fault. I ask that you treat me as you would any other student. If you must regard me as the Avatar, don't look at me as a reincarnation of Master Aang." She crossed her arms over her blue tunic. Tenzin's eyes tightened, then fell slightly in shame.
"I realize that you did not choose this life, nor did your birth cause the death of my father. It was just the opposite, I suppose. Still, I wish for you to treat me with the respect of any of your previous masters. You will follow my instruction as I say, in a prompt manner, if you wish to master the art of Airbending. Is that clear?" the man asked, keeping an emotionless expression.
"As the Spirit Oasis."
"Good." He handed her a small package before walking away, back towards the Air Temple he called home. Korra spun abruptly on her heel and began walking the other way, towards the camp that she, Mako, and Bolin shared. She pulled the package open and found a black chocker necklace centered by a bright blue stone, carved into a wavy design.
It belongs with her, Tenzin thought. It is her legacy, now.