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Spirit World Tour, Day 2 - Location Unknown

Forgot to write yesterday - there was so much to see! I'll try to remember everything now while Korra is bathing. When we came through the portal, everything was so vivid in color. The portal opens up to a field of flowers a similar shade of purple to the spirit vine energy (probably not a coincidence). In truth, they take on all the shades I've seen the energy emit - they are iridescent and constantly changing. They come to ~ankle height and resemble flytraps with fringe instead of teeth. No noticeable pollen. Does pollen exist in the spirit world?

After looking around for a while, it became apparent that the field made Korra pensive and more than a little twitchy, so we moved further inward. After less than a minute's walk, we were at the edge of the field though it completely dominated the landscape from the portal. *Ask Korra more about connection between her whims and the spirit world.

For most of the rest of

A splash of cold water to the side of her face stopped Asami's progress.

"Ah - Korra!"

"I should've known you were serious about taking notes," Korra chuckled.

Asami simply maintained her half-hearted glare. The offender had been considerate enough to keep her tiny notebook dry, but Asami still didn't relish being wet without warning. At least Korra had the good sense to look sheepish.

"Sorry," she said, bending the remaining water from Asami's hair. "Your face was pretty great, though."

"Thanks. I can finish later if you're ready to head out."

"No, we don't have to! We have all the time in the world." Korra flopped into a seated position as if to emphasize the point.

"Well, we have a week's worth of food," Asami pointed out.

"I don't want to rush you, though. If I concentrate, we can probably zoom right over to all the important spots."

Smiling softly, Asami set her notebook aside and turned to face her friend fully. "I'd prefer to see everything along the way, too. But I'm fine with staying here a while longer." Korra seemed to relax a bit at that, so she continued, "You still meditate in the evening, right?"

"Yeah." They had all but collapsed into sleep the night before, but Asami had spied Korra utterly still and focused in the meditation pavilion almost every evening leading up to Kuvira's attack.

"Then I can write while you do that."

"Good plan!" Korra's face split into her signature grin at last, and Asami found herself smiling bigger in response.


Spirit World Tour, Day 2 (pt. 2) - Location Unknown

Today was another day of mostly walking, though our pace was more leisurely than yesterday. Korra said that we might have gone further than it seemed, though. The spirit world doesn't seem to have a day/night cycle in the way we're used to. There are dark and light areas, but otherwise night tends to fall when we start to get tired.

The flora is extremely varied in shape, size, and color everywhere we go. Passing through a forest today, I noticed no less than 10 kinds of tree (most deciduous), and several had a deep red bark unlike anything native to the United Republic. Around those trees grew bushes that looked very much like tea plants. Korra assured me that spirits eat just like humans, and even drink tea, but I'm hesitant to test edibility. Korra picked several leaves anyway.

In the heart of the forest, we met several talking mushrooms. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. When asked if any of them were the one that had met Tenzin, etc., a large yellow one spoke up, saying that had been its cousin. (Clarification: all mushrooms were around chest height. The yellow one was a head taller than me.) They were all very friendly, but I'm not entirely sure how to tell if a plant here is sentient if it doesn't speak. I'll just have to rely on Korra's "Avatar Sense". Insert eye roll here. I can tell she's really enjoying being the most spiritually capable one present, though, so that's something.

"Should we try some tea before bed?" Korra asked, stretching her arms skyward. Asami, seated in a mirroring position at her back, had noticed a change in her breathing a couple minutes ago so she wasn't surprised to hear her speak now.

Turning her head ever so slightly, Asami asked in return, "Are you sure it's safe?" She felt a shrug behind her.

"Well, no, but we probably won't die."

That did it - Asami curled in on herself with laugher. In the spirit world, every feeling was amplified, and this was no different. Every wave of laughter brought the lightness that had settled inside during the vacation surging to a near addictive intensity. Why couldn't they stay this way forever?

When she finally looked up and over her shoulder, Asami found Korra gazing at her amusedly. Framed as she was by the twilight - well, Asami was almost overcome all over again with the relief that her three years of waiting were over.

"Well, in that case, let's do it," she said finally. Leaning away to push herself upwards, Korra chuckled.

"Let's do it!"


An hour and several cups of tea later, the two women sat, legs stretched out, gazing at the sky. The last of the light had finally disappeared, but instead of stars, the view was dominated by great swirls of color not unlike the Northern and Southern lights emanating from the general direction of the portal. This far from the source, the glow wasn't overwhelming, but was still enough to throw interesting shadows on any clouds that happened to float by. They chuckled as Korra pointed out that the most recent one looked like one of Meelo's ridiculous poses. Almost unbidden, Asami let out a wistful sigh.

"He used to love this," she said, keeping her eyes decidedly skyward. She hadn't really meant to let thoughts of her father seep in, but in the ensuing pause, she supposed this was probably the best place for it. It couldn't be helped.

"Tell me about him," Korra said quietly.

Asami wasn't sure she wanted to dwell on this - lingering on tragedy was something she very actively avoided - and yet, she found herself beginning with, "He always made sure we had time to go to the park on Saturday afternoons." From there, stories and descriptions poured forth of their own volition. The stories spanned Asami's whole life, down to Hiroshi's final sacrifice. She didn't even notice when Korra's hand came to rest on hers, but she felt the squeeze the few times she lost the fight with her tears. After a while, she fell silent, unsure if she had it in her to say anything more. She could feel blue eyes upon her, but still she didn't turn to meet them.

"I..." began Korra, "I'm glad you were able to forgive him, too. He was a good man, and whatever his mistakes, he did a lot of good."

"He did," Asami agreed with a small smile.

Korra slid closer to pull her into a hug just like the one they'd shared at Varrick's wedding. And Asami felt better, she really did. There hadn't been much left to bury, so she'd quietly made sure that her father's name was etched beside her mother's in the family plot. It felt good to say something, though. It felt more like moving forward, something Hiroshi would certainly have appreciated. Hollowed out, exhaustion rushed in to fill the void - Asami fell asleep still mid-hug.