It was peaceful.
That was all Larik could think of to describe what he was feeling.
Peaceful.
He was sitting, cross-legged and with his eyes closed, in the middle of one of the Air Temple's many, many, meditation areas.
Whilst Korra had never been able to grasp the concept of meditation herself, he had no quarrels with it himself, often finding it calming and helping him think clearly when needed.
It was something that had always helped him since he had arrived over a year ago, keeping the painful embrace of stress and frustration at bay when he couldn't conjure up any memories.
He didn't know how long he had stayed in that spot exactly, nor did he care, but unlike Korra he actually thought of meditation as a useful tool when one needed to relax and find their centre.
Their own inner peace.
Relax he told himself.
Relax and be at peace.
Be at pea-
"How ya doing there, tough guy?" A voice suddenly called to him, causing him to jump in both surprise and irritation.
A body suddenly squashed itself into his back, hugging him he realised, and placing an arm over his left shoulder.
Opening his eyes, Larik see's that it's none other than Zyphia, a large smile, full of humour.
"And you are here because...?" he dryly asked.
"I thought that since you looked soooo lonely out here, I thought I should come and say hi."
"It's called meditation Zyphia, being alone is the entire point." He responds.
"Well excuse me if I don't know all the specifics of the Great Meditation techniques."
Sighing to himself, Larik shakes his head and responds. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"
"Ah I decided to relieve myself for a couple of minutes, see what's happening in the world."
"You do realise that the only reason why you have this job is because of both me and Korra convincing Tenzin to take pity of you, right?"
She smiles "Oh he loves me."
"No, no he doesn't."
Whilst several traits of his new friend were entirely irritating to in his mind, Larik could admit that he did find Zyphia's particular sense of humour amusing, though he would never admit it.
"How do you think Korra's doing with her training, tough guy?" She asks, redirecting Larik's attention towards the far left of the temple, where said person was attempting to train.
'Attempting' being the key word in that sentence.
Upon seeing the student and the master, being Korra and Tenzin, Larik soon took not of the strange contraption that filled the otherwise bare training ground.
It was a large outline of a circle, filled with dozens of large wooden gates, all having the symbol of the air nation on them.
"You think she can handle it?" Zyphia asked.
Before he could answer, one of the air bending kids, Jinora if he recalled correctly, sent a sharp gust of wind into the gates, causing them to all spin rapidly.
"Uh..."
Korra, as if hearing Zyphia's question as a challenge, rushes in to the gates, clear in her determination to succeed, with Larik praying that it would go smoothly.
It didn't.
They could only hear what was happening to her, but they could definitely hear what was happening to her, the poor girl, if the sounds that were being emitted were any indication.
"Nope, definitely no."
"You think she will be able to get it anytime soon?"
Korra suddenly, to their shock, shoots fire into the gates out of presumably pure anger, setting all of the gates alight and eliciting a groan from both Zyphia and Larik.
"Do you want me to answer that?"
It's going to be a long day.