Note: Don't worry, I havent sent a link in PMs. I saw the warning before it happened. If you guys want access to the playlist on Spotify, I titled it: Savage of the South. First song is Howlin for you by The Black Keys. Hope you guys can find it and enjoy while reading this story.
Asami's got it baaad. How much longer do you think I should torture her? I'm a sadist and deserve to be thrown into hell for this. Let's get this next chapter rolling.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.
Korra was facing the wall of servant's common room smacking her forehead repeatedly into the wood of a support pillar. Cursing profanities with each hit, she was trying to numb out her thoughts of the woman who was haunting them. When she finally had enough of her self-punishment, she pressed her head against the wood as hard as she could, groaning sweetly at the pain.
"Asami…" She whimpered in agony. Why? Why did she do that? Those sweet lips were still stinging on her mouth in the memory. Tasting so delicious that her loins were screaming for more. If her inner animal was clawing at the cage before, it was now rattling the door to break the hinges free. She was angry, confused and incredibly aroused all at once. She's never felt such complexity of emotions before and clearly had no idea how to handle them.
Somehow, Asami must have known Korra was attracted to her. The kiss her must have been some sort of joke to get back at her for the first time in the tavern. At least that is the only explanation she could lead herself to believe right now.
She must be toying with me.
She snarled and slammed her fist against the stone wall, cracking a couple of blocks underneath the surging power of her anger. This wasn't fair. But maybe it was. Maybe Asami wanted her to suffer for the embarrassment she laid upon her from when they first met. She was already working her ass off to pay her back for it. Why would she need to suffer more under her?
Unless…
Korra didn't want to be optimistic in thinking Asami could possibly feel the same way. But it would explain a lot on why Asami had treated her so badly. To keep her from developing any more feelings between the two of them. Korra knew that pursuing her would lead to a catastrophic result. Asami is off limits. There was no doubt about that, but it made her want her even more.
Letting out a shuddered breath, Korra turned and plopped down at the large table with a hand rubbing the sore spot between her eyes. She thought about what the next morning would bring when she had to report to the lady at the blacksmith shop. Then decided that it would be best to just pretend that the kiss never happened. It was better said than done, however. Needing something to distract herself, Korra left the servant's quarters and headed over to the hound kennel. Having to spent most of her time working, Korra was unable to give Naga much attention recently. A run with her through the country would help. And Spirits does she need it.
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She kissed me back.
Sighing as she paced frantically in her chambers, Asami ran her fingers through her hair, groaning with frustration. She had just made her situation worse. A lot worse. The fault was entirely her own. She admits that to herself, but still wanted to blame Korra for everything, though she could not find a reason to. Korra had finally submitted to her status but Asami was stumped on why. She could have sworn the woman hated her and she counted on that to keep her away. Now that wall had crumbled, Asami needed to work harder to build it back up. But she wasn't sure if she was strong enough to resist her any longer. She desperately needed to put an end to this before she crosses over to the point of no return.
But she kissed me back.
Sober. Korra was sober this time and she requited the kiss she threw onto her. All of Asami's fears were knocking on the door of her mind. She can't do this. Choking back a sob, the lady sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth and bit down until she tasted blood. She needed to do something, and fast.
Asami moved over to her wardrobe then flew open the wooden doors. She quickly tore a black cloak off a hook then threw it over her shoulders to shield herself. A secret compartment was popped open allowing the lady plucked a silver-hilted sabre from its hiding place to be belted on her waistline. After slipping on a pair of leather gloves, she moved with great determination for the quest at hand. Asami didn't exit through her chamber door, but out onto her balcony. Producing a hidden rope within the crawling ivy on the ledge, she threw the line over it and then made her descent down the stone wall of her home into the dark night.
She knew exactly where the security was and thus moved just like a master of stealth. Slipping around corners and then running up the main courtyard wall. Her body flowed with agility as she swung over the top and out of the boundaries of the estate. The landing was silent as she rolled through the soft grass when her boots padded the ground. Darkness of the night welcomed her freedom as she continued on into the streets of the capital. She had done this plenty of times without anyone being the wiser.
Being constantly watched all the time, the noblewoman took every opportunity she could cease to get away if only for a few hours. It did not take her long to find the Mage's Market. When most shops were closed there was always one open late. Her gloved hand pushed open the door making a dangling cluster of dried cat bones rattle upon her entrance.
The witch's shop was cramped. Hoards of items were piled in a less than organized fashion but loosely categorized according to their purpose. The smell of mixed herbs fragranted the dimly lighted interior. And the only sources of light were a few beeswax candles and the purple glow of a ghostly lantern. Asami's eyes fell upon a haggard woman sitting behind the tiny counter. The loose wrinkles of her face twisted when she smiled at her new patron.
"Ah…" she croaked. "My favorite customer… What odd types of items do you need now? Can't you just be like the other girls and order a love spell for once?"
"I need a potion, actually." Asami drew closer. "Do you have anything to suppress sexual desires?"
"Yes and no," The hag rasped with a snicker, showing the only three teeth she had in her mouth. "I have a few bottles of Verticodia…" She hunkered down, rummaging through her potion chest. "Lasts only about a week and only for lust."
"Isn't that the point?" Asami implored with perplextion written on her soft features. When the hag rose up, she placed three small blue potion bottles on the counter.
"Natural cravings of the body are easy to suppress with a potion," the witch said while gesturing with a twirl of her knobby wrists. "But…" She grinned and drew her hands over her chest. "The spirit's yearning will only counteract the Verticodia's effects. And when that happens, well… it has some nasty side effects of physical sickness, I'm afraid."
"That... won't be a problem." She stared down at the tiny bottles, pausing for a moment to contemplate. It's not like she was in love with the hunter… just extremely attracted to her. Asami calculated how sure she was in her head… about ninety percent certain. Yes, definitely not in love… she thinks, or hopes. She's never been in love before.
"If you have to hesitate then it's already too late." the hag declared with a look of disappointment and moved to take the bottles away.
"No!" Asami placed her hands on the countertop giving the shopkeeper a pleading look. "I was just wondering about the price! I wasn't hesitating at all… Please."
"Five hundred gold per potion..." The shopkeeper stared at her with suspicion. "Anything else I can get you?"
"Hmm… You wouldn't happen to have any Phoenix feathers, would you? Or Earth Dragon scales?"
Hacking in her throat, the witch rolled her eyes and shifted around the shop for a moment before producing the items for her. "Got twenty each."
"Perfect," Asami hummed with a smiled and placed her payment on the counter. The heavy bag of coins smashed onto the wooden surface with a loud metallic clang. As Asami's hand reached for her purchased items, the witch moved.
Asami gasped sharply when the old woman grabbed her wrist with a surprising strong grip. Her other knobby hand moved to her ceased arm and brushed upwards past her glove to touch her pale skin directly. The witch's eyes started to glaze over as she slipped into a trance.
"Wh-What are you doing?" Asami tried to recoil back but she was held in place. The old woman had a surprising amount of strength behind her weak old appearance. A few eerie seconds of silenced past while the maiden's heart started to slam into her breast.
"You are going to die a horrible death..." The witch's eyes reverted back to focus staring at her with a look of dread. "...soon."
Asami jerked herself away and was finally able to be released. She perceived this woman to be incredibly insane for saying such a thing. Not wanting to be in the shop any longer, she scooped up her purchases and placed them in her satchel as fast as she could. Heading to the exit, Asami's feet paused at the doorway when the witch spoke again.
"You're wasting your money, young lady." She called out. "I wouldn't bother with those potions… I'd just give in if I were you."
"I'll take my chances," Asami muttered and pushed out of the door back into the streets of the city. Such a strange way to do business, she thought. The noblewoman paused in the middle of the walkway to glance up at the night sky thinking about tomorrow. She decided to not return home just yet. She needed to submerge herself in some kind of mental activity in order to forget about Korra for just a little while. Smithing is what she was going to do. She'll have to slip back into her bedroom before Jinora finds her gone but the night was still very young. She had plenty of time so she made her way to her workshop without another thought of the hunter.
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Korra rolled out of her bed in the morning feeling sick to her stomach. She didn't even bother joining Bolin for breakfast because the sinking pit in her gut took her appetite away. If she had any choice about how to spend her day, she would rather stay in bed than face Asami again. With each dreaded step to her fate Korra felt like she was walking to the gallows. She was a little relieved that Jinora had stopped her in the hallway before she could leave through the back entrance of the manor.
"Korra, wait!" She trotted up to her. "Lady Asami hadn't left yet. She wants you to escort her to Sato Smith this morning."
"Why isn't Mako escorting her?" The question came out as a whine more than a simple request for information. Now she had to spend even more time with her? The day seemed to grow more with impending doom and it had barely even started yet.
"He fell asleep at his post," Jinora said. "The lady pardoned him to rest." Mako had stayed up too long doing research on Amon and now Asami needed an escort.
"Alright," she agreed even though she had no option to refuse anyways.
"Before you go. The Lady wishes you to change into your housecarl uniform."
"Uniform?" Korra echoed. She looked down at her usual tribal garb, pinching at her light blue sleeveless tunic with sentiment. Mumbling. "Grey and red isn't really my color."
Jinora smiled softly at the grumbling woman before her. "Don't worry, she's selected something to suit your style."
Now Korra was curious. She will be getting her own customized uniform. Hearing that Asami had personally selected it herself made her heart speed up a little against her ribcage. She hoped it wasn't something gaudy. Spirits know how humiliating that would be. Jinora took her to a lavish dressing room. Garment racks were stuffed to the gills with fabrics of every color and material. Korra stood there awkwardly in front of the three paneled dressing mirror after kicking off her boots.
Jinora moved around her to unclipped her fur cloak for her then motioned to remove the belt around her waist. Korra's hand ceased the young lady's wrist before anything more came off.
"I can undress myself!" Korra declared with a small blush on her face.
"It is my job to dress the Lady's housecarl as I do for her," Jinora insisted. "This is a great honor, Korra. Please, let me." Korra's fingers slowly loosen from their grasp on Jinora's wrist allowing her to continue her work. Not wanting to make this any more embarrassing, Korra tried to distract herself with conversation as the fur skirt around her waist disappeared from her person.
"So no one actually told me what a Housecarl actually does…" she said as she helped Jinora remove her tunic with gentle shrugging of her shoulders.
"A housecarl usually acts as bodyguard and personal assistant to a noble or even a king," she explained as the tribal woman's pants dropped to the floor only to be kicked away and forgotten.
"So… Mako is a housecarl?"
"Well Mako does stand guard at night and escorts Lady Asami around town but he is just a personal guard to her," Jinora said. "As a housecarl you will representing the Sato Estate in military operations if requested. Or just as a companion to the Lady in her personal spaces to make her feel more secure. It's a higher honor that most guards would kill for."
A hard lump started to swell in the hunter's throat. "...you mean I can be in her chambers while she's sleeping?"
"If that is her request," Jinora confirmed pulling a new pair of dark brown slacks up Korra's legs making sure the drawstring was tied securely. She then guided her arms into a dark blue tunic - sleeveless to Korra's personal preference to bare her arms with pride. Seams and edges were embroidered with a modest line of silver threading. Korra helped with the silver buttons down the front before Jinora buckled a new leather belt around her waist. It was a bit thicker and wider than she was used to but her hunting knives felt more locked in to her approval.
"What do you think?" The young lady asked. Korra smiled a little as she passed a finger over a hand-stitched insignia of a silver wolf head on the left side of the tunic's breast.
"It will do." Korra nodded and sat down to strap her boots back on. Jinora approached her with a comb in her hand making the new housecarl groan in protest. The lady in waiting wasn't having any of it. She kept Korra's wolftails in place but brushed and braided the high tail on her head then pinned it up in a tame bun. When Korra was ready to head out, Jinora handed her an ebony cloak to shield her from the autumn cooling winds. The hunter picked up her bow and quiver, looping them around her torso in place. "Thank you, Jinora."
The lady courteously bowed to the new housecarl of the Sato Estate. "It was my pleasure, Housecarl."
Blushing madly Korra waved her hands up. "Y-you don't need to bow to me! We are both servants here!"
"A housecarl is an elite position," Jinora announced. "All the servants must bow to you now. You know, I was really surprised when Lady Asami informed me about your new position. She has never appointed one before." Korra felt extremely out of place now with a full blush on her face. It had been years since she was bowed to and she didn't like it back then and still holds just as true today. "Lady Asami awaits for you in the courtyard."
"Thanks." Korra left with haste to the courtyard outside, eager to get the day over with. When she was out of Jinora's sight, she pulled the pin from her braided hair, disheveling her chestnut locks back into a loose tail. She found Asami standing in the middle of the Sato family cemetery before a large headstone. Korra watched as the lady's hand touched the top of the stone in respectful memory.
"Hey." The maiden turned to her but did not greet her back. There was a moment of silent staring between two of them before the Lady spoke first.
"You look…" Asami paused to choose the right word carefully. "...tame." Korra's wolfish grin flashed open, resulting in a flush of twisting in the lady's belly.
"Don't let my clothes fool you. I'm as wild as they come," She rolled shoulder while swiping a thumb across her sensitive nose, trying to ignore the lady's intoxicating scent as it drifted through the breeze.
"There's no fooling me," Asami proclaimed with a smirk and approached her new housecarl. "Shall we set off now?" Korra nodded to confirm and followed the lady out of the Sato Estate grounds. Each guard they past saluted and bowed to both of them but not without surprised looks on their faces. The two women found themselves alone walking down the busy streets of the city. It seemed like it was a strange thing to Korra. Being alone with Asami like this out in public wasn't something that she expected to find herself doing.
"So…" Korra leaned over to her side to talk out of earshot of the other civilians passing them by. "About last night…"
"Last night was a mistake," Asami mumbled with a bit of anger in her throat. "Do not expect it to happen again."
"I wasn't talking about that." Korra growled back at her. "I wanted to say thanks for saving my ass with Lord Hiroshi." The noblewoman huffed and sharply turned around a corner making her housecarl trot a little to keep up with her brisk walking. Korra's quick temper made it easy for her to get annoyed when Asami had rejected her expression of gratitude. So she decided to retaliate by stepping on the hem of her green dress forcing her to stop.
"Ah!" Asami turned with a look of surprise when Korra leaned into her again with a wolfish grin.
"You're a spoiled brat, you know that?" she teased.
"Get off my dress!" Asami screamed out with rage pushed the hunter back to free herself. "I am not spoiled!" She immediately started to walk as fast as she could but Korra kept up right on her heels.
"You assumed I was talking about the kiss just now," she laughed. "That's pretty egotistical of you… Just what I would expect from a spoiled noblewoman." Asami didn't respond nor did she slow down. They were practically at the door of the workshop already as the result from the lady's angry haste. But Korra wanted to rile her up just a little more. Just one more push to see what would reaction she could get out of her. "You should get off that high horse of yours… You may be a lady but you kiss like a common tavern wench."
That did it. Korra had to skid to a stop to avoid crashing into her. Asami turned around, slowly. Her green eyes glared at her with a quiet rage and Korra was inwardly celebrating her victory. But it was short lived. The lady's crimson lips curved upward into a devilish smile drawing the hunter's blue eyes wide in reaction.
"Tell me, Wolfgirl…" she said in a poison laced voice that sent a harsh shiver up Korra's spine. "If that was true, then why were you moaning into my mouth like a little bitch in heat?"
Asami didn't even give her a chance to answer when she disappeared into the workshop. Not that Korra would even be able to because she was frozen to the ground. Face reddened in embarrassment, her head felt like it was bursting into flames when the memory of the kiss came flooding back to her. She did moan. And whimper against the delicious sensations Asami's tongue had brought her. But instead of the joy she wish she could feel, it only brought on more anger in knowing that she could never have her. But that doesn't mean she won't try.
If being respectful had earned her a kiss… maybe it will earn her more.
Korra pressed into the workshop and past the shopkeeper, following Asami's scent to a private workspace. Asami was waiting for her with a roll of a sewer's measuring strip in her hands. Korra came in with her head hanging low, fully embarrassed at what had just happened outside.
"I'm sorry I teased you, Lady Asami." She groveled with a blush still painted on her bronze face. "It won't happen again."
Asami hummed in her throat with a smile and pulled the measuring strip taut between her fingers. "I accept your apology, Wolfgirl. Now…
...Take off your clothes."
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Korra's eyes watched Asami intently as she measured the length of her left arm. She was dressed down to her breast band and underpants, baring most of her bronze skin to the lady's vision. The hunter couldn't help but smirk a little at how those green eyes kept skimming over her form in a distracted fashion. Moving around her torso, Asami's fingers brushed against her ribcage to gage the height of Korra's torso.
"Mmmph."
Asami's eyes darted upward to the hunter's face in silence.
"Little ticklish," Korra confessed with a grin. The lady gave her an empathetic curve of her red lips but continued to remain professional in her task. Letting out a small sigh, Korra closed her eyes and tried to focus on not being aroused right now. But the lingering touch of Asami's slightly calloused fingers weren't helping her concentration. They glided softly over her torso then down her abdomen. A small gasp escaped from her lips as the inner section of her thighs were being touched ever so gently. Finished with her work, the noblewoman glided over to her work desk and quickly jotted down the numbers on a pad of paper with a chunk of charcoal.
"You may get dressed again," she permitted.
Shrugging her blue tunic back on, Korra walked over to the desk with curiosity as she worked on the silver buttons. "Can I ask why you took my measurements?"
"I'm preparing a set of armor for you but I need to adjust a few things so it fits more comfortably," Asami answered. "I can't have my housecarl running through dangerous tombs without protection."
"And… why would I be doing such a thing?"
"I need a couple of special items for a weapon I wish to craft," she explained while turning to her. "I trust you won't die while retrieving them."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence." Korra chuckled but her smile was melted away instantly as she couldn't help but gaze into the lady's serious face. "Just… what exactly am I retrieving?"
"Four whiskers of a Water Dragon."
"Water Dragon?!" Korra was shocked. "Like a dragon!? Like… big scaly reptile that can swallow me whole?"
"Yes?" Asami arched an eyebrow while folding her arms. "You aren't scared of a dragon are you?"
"N-no!" Korra glanced away nervously. "I just… never faced one before. Why the hell do you need whiskers of a water dragon?"
"I'll show you when the weapon is complete," Asami smiled and sat down at her work bench. Korra went to finish getting dressed as the lady started tinkering with a gadget. Still riddled with interest, the hunter moved over to the blacksmith at work. With a pair of pliers, Asami was pinching the metal linkings of a gauntlet to secure the protective platings of the finger joints. To test them out, she slipped the glove on her right hand and flexed her fingers. Korra noticed something familiar about it. In the center of the palm, a pale blue gem nestled in the metallic mesh.
"Is that…"
"Yes," Asami confirmed before Korra could finish her question. "Same general design, but claws just isn't my style. I need to be able to wield a sword with this hand."
"Sword?" Korra questioned but then her memory was suddenly jogged. She snapped her fingers up on recollection. "Speaking of Amon… have you heard of the Blade of Lunas?"
Asami looked up at her with confusion. "What does the Blade of Lunas have to do with Amon?"
"Well, Mako has led to believe he needs it for a ritual in order to become a daywalker during the next Blood Moon. We need to find it before he does."
Asami sank into a scowl then started to run her chin in thought. "The resting place of her body is in the Northern Tundra. But the blade wasn't buried with her… her lover took possession of it."
"So it might be buried in the tomb of Hann?" Korra thought out loud.
"No." Asami started to explain but not without darting her eyes away from Korra's gaze. "The warrior Hann was betrothed to Princess Yue, but like most royal marriages it was arranged. Her lover… was someone else. A warrior from the South, just like you. Don't you know the story?"
"I guess some details were taken out when I was told the story as a child." Korra must have gotten an edited version of the legend because she was a young princess at the time. Surely telling a story about a tundra princess taking on a lover outside of her betrothal wasn't made to be a good idea. "Do you know who he is?"
"Lord Sokka. He helped with the political foundation of the Republic Capital. He died thirty years ago and now rests in the Hall of the Dead."
"I know him!" Korra exclaimed excitedly. "Lady Katara's brother! Oh man she used to tell me hilarious stories about him!"
"Lady Katara… the great spiritual healer and mother of Master Tenzin." Asami face twisted as her logical mind started to turn. "How have you come to know her?"
Oh, fuck.
"I uh…." Korra started to sweat when the lady's eyes burrowed into her. She couldn't find anything to say and started to panic when Asami rose from her seat. The hunter backed away fumbling in her thoughts as she tried to come up with some sort of excuse that wouldn't reveal her true identity. But Asami pressed forward with a predatory look in her eyes.
"Tell me." Asami commanded as she backed Korra up against a wall. The heart in the hunter's chest started to race as her jaw was ceased in the lady's grasp. "Say it!"
"I can't tell you… Please..." Korra whimpered out with a glance down to Asami's plump red lips. "...My Lady." Korra's eye movement didn't go unnoticed. As it happened, Asami suddenly felt a wave of nausea wash over her body causing her to rear back and huff in distress. She brought her hand over the swirling sickness in her belly to try to soothe it. She twisted and stumbled to her desk groaning in distress as her body started to flash with a fever.
"Asami!" Korra ran over to her, placing a hand on her back. "Are you okay?" The touch if Korra's hand seemed to make it worse. Asami's body crumpled not so gracefully down on her workbench.
"Don't touch me!" Asami groaned in agony trying to swat her housecarl away. But Korra wasn't having any of it, she helped Asami ease down on the bench with a gentle hand on the back if her hand. "Ah…" Korra's eyes were filled with worry as she noticed Asami's skin flushing in a bright pink. "Go… get Jinora."
"I'm not leaving you alone," Korra said brushing the back of her knuckles against the lady's perspiring brow. "You are stricken with a fever."
"I want Jinora!" Asami moaned stubbornly against Korra's touching as if it was causing her pain.
"Well I'm all you got right now," Korra jabbed back. "I can't leave you here by yourself so I'm going to have to carry you home."
"Fine," she caved. "Hurry…" Korra scooped her up in her strong arms. Asami whimpered with pain as her was nuzzled up against her housecarl's breast. She could feel herself starting to slip in and out of consciousness as the fire inside her soul started to blaze into an all consuming inferno.
I'm… no… I can't be… This…
Asami moaned loudly and grasped onto Korra's tunic as her womb felt like it was being stabbed by a dagger. She had taken the Verticodia last night and it was working perfectly all morning. She was certain she wouldn't have any side effects. But now she realized she was wrong. Very wrong.
She's imprinted on my soul already…
Korra ran as fast as she could when Asami's body started to tremble in her clutches. All the guards of the estate became alarmed when the housecarl blazed through the front courtyard and kicked open the front door.
"Jinora!" Korra cried out pacing up to the lady in waiting who dropped a bundle of laundry in her hands at the sight of her Lady being carried in.
"What happened?!" Jinora rushed to the crumpled up form in Korra's arms.
"She suddenly got sick at the workshop," Korra informed. "She has a fever."
"Get her to bed." Jinora commanded. Korra was quick to obey and brought Asami to her chambers, placing her carefully in her bed, pulling up the covers. The housecarl was stricken with worry when Jinora took over her care wiping a damp cloth over Asami's red skin. She didn't know what more she could do but stand there like a tree.
"Get out," Asami groaned in Korra's direction. "Go get Mako, I need to speak with him." When Korra left the room Asami turned to her servant as she struggled to breathe.
"It's okay," Jinora soothed her as she pulled the duvet over Asami's body to keep her warm. "You need to rest, my lady."
"Jinora…" Asami strained to speak. "I need a tonic… for Verticodia's side effects." Jinora let out a gasp with the request.
"...Lady Asami!" She scolded her. "That's a dangerous potion! Why would you take that?"
"I thought it would help my desires…" she confessed choking back a sob. "Jinora… I'm afraid… I'm falling for someone I can't have..."
Asami couldn't help the tears that flowed from her eyes. There was no stopping the yearnings of her soul as she could feel her aura scream Korra's name in her head. Frustrated on how this could have happened. She was sure that all she felt was lust for her strong body. But now she knew it wasn't as simple as that. Korra's toothy grin, her rough attitude and wild spirit. The way Korra fought against her with stubbornness to maintain freedom from the hierarchy of Asami's culture. She loved all of it. Her body was just responding to her heart's yearning for her.
The witch was right, it was too late. It was too late a long time ago.
"My lady," Jinora looked at her with sympathy. "It seems the path we have to take as ladies of the court is a lonely one. You can't stop your heart's desires but you have a choice to act on them or not. I wouldn't judge you either way… but taking Verticodia was a stupid move. It can damage your spirit if you continue to take it."
Jinora placed a hand on Asami's forehead and the other at over her lower stomach. She closed her eyes in a silent meditation and summoned her own aura to channel a flow of healing energy into Asami's body. Jinora had a spiritual gift to heal damaged auras among other things. Her father had taught her well in the ways of the spirits. Asami was grateful as the searing pain that tortured her womb began to lesson as a moment past.
"Lady Asami!" Mako rushed into the chambers, interrupting the focus of the spiritual healing. "Korra told me you fell ill! Is there anything I can do? Should I go get a healer?"
"Jinora is taking care of me," Asami gasped out. "Mako… Listen to me very carefully. The Blade of Lunas is buried with Lord Sokka in the Hall of the Dead. I want you to go and retrieve it… Take Korra and Bolin with you…" She paused to catch her breath. "Ancient spirits haunt the catacombs so be careful. If you find the blade there, bring it to my father and explain the situation to him. He would know how to keep it safe."
"At once, my Lady!" Mako snapped his boots together and gave her a brisk bow before taking his leave. Asami sighed with relief as Jinorar continued mending the pain in her center.
"Jinora…" Asami tilted her head in the young lady's direction. "Do you know anything about Korra's relationship with your grandmother, Lady Katara?"
"..." Jinora cleared her throat. "I'm afraid I can't say."
"Your hiding something from me…" Asami grumbled. "Tell me, please."
"I think you should hear it from Korra herself." Jinora said with a smile. "I know you two butt heads a lot but if you learn to get to know her she's a really kind person. Maybe you will find something in common with her. I think you two can become really good friends in the future."
Asami chuckled at that comment. "We are complete opposites…" Asami thought about the possibility of being Korra's friend. It would make their relationship less exhausting but the lady knew that being friends with her was out of the question. "I can't imagine having anything in common with her."
"Rest now, my lady," Jinora tucked her in. "I'll fetch you a tonic but you need to sleep it off." Asami thanked her servant and permitted to leave her alone. She felt much better now. Jinora's talents was one of the highest grade in spiritual magic and was grateful she had her in her service.
Asami's right hand twitched inside the gauntlet she was still wearing. Raising it to her view, she flexed her fingers inside it. She had done well to make the glove feel like it was a second skin over her limb. Turning her palm upward she focused her aura's energy to flow into the gem that sat in her palm. Blue light flickered and swelled into an orb to her satisfaction.
Asami knew that recreating her father's design for herself was controversial to her duties as a lady. But she was envious of the others being able to go dungeon crawling and looking for ancient artifacts without her. She wanted to be part of the action and she intended to see some of it before her father ships her away to the Fire Nation. She trusted her servants to keep it a secret. Since she was the one that trained Mako and Bolin how to use a sword, there was no doubt that she couldn't handle herself in battle.
What father won't know won't kill him…
That thought suddenly roused an image of Korra's face to her mind. A whimper escaped her lips as her center throbbed with pain.
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Korra stood before a large round door. Carvings of snakes and hawks lined the outside of the stone entrance of the Hall of the Dead located below the Capital's courthouse. Blue eyes scanned over to the pillars that cradled the doorway, built with the skulls of fallen warriors. Upon her inspection, Korra brought an apple to her mouth, crunching down into the flesh noisily.
"How could you be eating right now?!" Bolin was cowering behind her. "This is too scary! There are ghosts and stuff in there!"
Korra sucked down the juice of the fruit with a hard swallow. "I didn't get to eat anything earlier. If I'm going to face walking corpses then I'm gonna need some energy."
"Walking corpses?!" Bolin jumped behind his brother. "Can't we just tell Asami that the Blade of Lunas isn't in there?"
"No," Mako sang while shrugging his spineless sibling away. "If we did that then we would need to go find Amon and his legion of bloodsucking ghouls… Which one do you prefer?"
"Neither!"
Korra crunched on her apple again, turning to her burly friend. "Bolin, I didn't know you were such a nervous nelly."
"I'm not!" Bolin whined. "I'd fight thug or even a bear! But… I just don't like the idea of trying to kill something that's already dead."
"Well," Korra sighed and glanced back at the door of the tomb. "Guess we don't have an option." Korra tossed her apple core and twisted her neck to the side causing it to pop out in tension.
"Let's do this."
AN: Review and send me your korrasami fantasies. I might be able to work a couple of them in this story if it works. :)