Looking in the mirror, Korra wondered just how she got here.
It seemed like only yesterday she was suffering the lingering effects of the Red Lotus poison, nursing some injuries sustained in an earthbending fight and looking into a cracked mirror. She was alone then, suffering silently, wandering the world, lost in her devastation at nearly dying at the hands of an anarchist.
Times had changed.
Now she looked at herself, dressed in formal Water Tribe wear, ready to attend a wedding. She'd saved Republic City… or whatever was left of it… like the great Avatar she wanted to be. She wasn't the hot-headed teenager anymore, but a calm, strong woman, and human being PERIOD.
"Korra, are you ready yet?" Senna's voice called from the hallway of their hotel.
"Coming!" Korra said, fixing the bun of her hair. Senna came in anyway, and laid a gentle hand on her daughter's shoulder.
"You look beautiful, sweetie," she said.
"Thanks, mom," said Korra.
She looked in the mirror again and smiled. She'd come a long way, and she still had a lot farther to go.
Written for Day 2 (or 3) of Avatar Week. I'm not terribly satisfied with this, because the theme for today gave me fits. So I wrote this little flash fiction just to get something in. I'm sorry if it's not very good. Hopefully tomorrow's will be a lot better.