Title: Amorra: Shards of Love
Rating: T
Pairing: Amon(Noatak)/Korra
Summary: A series of Amorra one-shots inspired by Amorra Week 2017 themes.
A/N: For story purposes Noatak is 20 and Korra is 15. Korra's only family is Tonraq and Senna. She does not have any family ties to Densa, Eska, or Unalaq. This was originally going to be much longer, but due to time constraints, I had to cut it short. It's highly possible that I may revisit some of the elements presented in this one-shot for a future story.
Setting: A/U. In which Korra is not the avatar, but is instead the daughter of a Southern Water Tribe ambassador (Tonraq). In order to conceal her identity and secretly follow her father to the Northern Water Tribe she masquerades as a water dancer in a female performance troupe. Annually during the Festival of Spirits in the Northern Water Tribe, this particular dance troupe displays a spectacular waterbending dance performance in front of the various ambassadors who have come to visit, in addition to the Northern Water Tribe royal family.
Déjà vu
It was that time of year again in the Northern Water Tribe. The long established tradition of the Festival of Spirits was in full swing. Many ambassadors from all corners of the world gathered together for this important event. The festival was meant to honor and maintain the nations' connection to spirits, and also strengthen the nations' ties to one another; especially in the case of the Northern Water Tribe and the Southern Water Tribe.
The crown prince Noatak, his younger brother prince Tarrlok, their father, King Yakone, and all of the ambassador representatives were comfortably seated awaiting for the water dancers troupe performance to begin.
The performance always took place inside of the ice palace's luxurious spacious throne room. Which was decorated with exquisitely crafted ice flowers that were wrapped around like vines the main columns that led up to the throne. A lone beautifully sculpted chandelier hung overhead on the ceiling which glistened under the throne room's pale light. There was a medium oval-shaped opening on the floor roughly seven feet away from the foot of the stairs which led up to the throne. This opening only temporarily existed for the sole purpose of the water dancing troupe's performance, so the water dancers could freely use the water that they needed for their waterbending performance with ease. After the performance for the festival was over the opening in the throne room's floor would be resealed.
Noatak glanced over towards his younger brother who was bouncing up and down in his seat barely able to contain his excitement. It wasn't too long before Tarrlok was reprimanded by their father for his actions. Noatak then proceeded to place his elbow upon his chair's armrest before resting his head upon his propped up elbow out of sheer boredom. He had grown tired of the monotony of not only the water dancers' performance, but of the entire Festival of Spirits altogether.
A few moments later the water dancers entered the throne room clad in their cobalt blue performance outfits. The female dancers outfit consisted of a long-sleeved off the shoulder top with white fur trimming around the neckline, a long skirt with a double slit in the front which accentuated the dancers' long slender legs, dark blue thigh-high shorts could be visibly seen under the slits of the long skirt. A silver-colored double chain, beaded ankle bracelet was present on both of the dancers' feet. A brown satin sash was tied into a perfect bow on the left side of each dancers' waist. Lastly, each dancer wore a cobalt blue chiffon face veil, and white flower crowns. In terms of makeup, the dancers only wore indigo colored eyeshadow which helped to bring out the intensity of their blue eyes.
Promptly the dancers began to settle into their starting formation positions, and once they did the dance immediately began. The water dancers' movements and waterbending form was elegant and synchronized as expected, their performance was enchanting. The entire audience in the room was enthralled. That was everyone except for Noatak at least, but that soon changed midway through the dance performance as the dancers' choreography was completely different than it had been during their past festival performances.
The sudden change caught Noatak completely off-guard as he slowly found himself becoming drawn into the marvelous dance performance as a specific water dancer in the fourth row of the dancer line up caught his eye with her waterbending. A strange sense of déjà vu washed over him. "That girl…" Noatak mouthed inaudible. He had this gut feeling he had seen that specific waterbending movement before, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it.
He combed his mind for his illusive answer and within seconds the answer came rushing to him. Twelve years ago, during his brief short visit to the Southern Water Tribe with his father, he had witnessed a young girl who couldn't have been older than three years old waterbending prowess. He remembered being quite impressed by that young girl's masterful waterbending at such a tender young age. Needless to say, she had left a lasting impression on him.
Noatak found himself smiling at the fond memories which he had unexpectedly resurfaced. She had grown up into a beautiful young lady, her dark brown hair now far longer than when he first laid his eyes upon her, and now she was here in the ice palace performing in front of him.
Tarrlok looked towards his older brother catching a glimpse of one of his rare smiles. From Tarrlok's point of view, he was glad that his brother was enjoying the dancing performance, which he used to relish in as a child. But upon following his brother's line of sight, he instantly found out that his brother wasn't enjoying the overall dance act as much after all, and was instead reveling in a certain female waterbender dancer's performance.