AN: I'm not sure I'm gonna have time tomorrow to post a chapter so I'm posting this now. Then I'll post the next one late Friday night. I'm pretty proud of this one and the one for Friday. I also might skip a word and post my "denial" one on Saturday just to give you feels that you can't handle right before the finale airs. I'm gonna keep these going as long as possible. I'd love some prompts by the way! They don't need to be one word prompts. I'm just curious about what you guys would like to read (if, in fact, I have readers at all). SHOUTING IN THE DARK. XD Also, gonna post a bonus chapter today because I was bored and full of muse the other night. Enjoy.

silver

Korra got her the first piece of jewelry when she was thirteen. It was a little silver bracelet with a single charm—the same designed charm that Katara always wore around her neck. It was a betrothal necklace, the one Katara wore, and Korra had always felt rather drawn to it.

She couldn't fathom why. She was never one for jewelry. Her mother had a little, primarily for special occasions, but it was all made of bone and a few rare small gems Tonraq had gotten in the market. She'd once managed to crush a lump of rock and turn it into a very small diamond, but she hadn't been particularly impressed with it and promptly lost it in the snow.

For whatever reason, training with Katara, she always kept a steady eye on that necklace. Like it was a part of her.

One day she'd gained the audacity to ask about it mid-training session. Katara had been showing her a particularly difficult kata, going through the motions slowly and definitely, though Korra didn't have a lick of trouble performing the moves. They were parallel to each other, a tendril of water suspended between them, when Korra spoke.

"Where did you get your betrothal necklace? I thought only the northern water tribe did that."

Katara's old eyes flicked up to Korra's face. There was a flash of recognition there and Korra wondered how Katara understood things about her so easily from innocuous questions. Katara relaxed her stance, never releasing the tendril of liquid, and replied.

"When I was young, after my mother died, I always wore my grandmothers betrothal necklace. I didn't know what it was; neither, I think, did my mother, but I wore it to remember her. My grandmother had originally been from the northern water tribe—betrothed to a rather awful man at the time (he got better about fifty or sixty years down the line)—so she got away. I always wore it on my adventures with Aang because… Well, because it reminded me of home and of my mother." She paused, her eyes a little sad. It didn't touch her smile though and that was one of the reasons Korra couldn't help but respect Katara.

"I lost that necklace many years later. The circumstances were quite unfortunate and amusing but that, my dear Korra, is a story for another day. Aang felt so horrible that I'd lost my necklace that he'd made another one perfectly identical in every way it could be to the one I'd lost. And that was when he proposed to me. It wasn't really a northern water tribe betrothal but that didn't really matter. My heart had belonged to him from the day I met him, whether I knew it or not."

Korra stared at Katara open mouthed. She'd lost her hold on the tendril of water and it splashed against the floor and trickled away to the drain below them. Slowly she connected the dots Katara had seen in her when she'd asked her question. Aang made that necklace. It was a product of her past incarnation. It was, in a way, a part of her.

Several weeks later Korra celebrated her thirteenth birthday. Katara gave her the little bracelet and Korra couldn't properly express how grateful she was. Despite that she had never had a spiritual connection with Aang (who'd already had many spiritual connections with his past incarnations by her age) she still felt tethered to him. It was intangible, which frustrated her, but it was still there. Katara saw that and understood. So that little bracelet, representative of that very connection, meant so very much to a girl who, despite loving it, would probably never wear it.

Except, of course, on her own wedding day—to tether herself not only to Aang but to Katara as well as they watched her from the spirit world, united once again.