Korra wasn't one to wake with the the sun, but today was an exception.
Today was an exception to a lot of things: Korra would eat a sticky bun instead of dumplings for breakfast. Korra wouldn't be meeting President Raiko for once that wouldn't wake up with Mako by her side.
The Avatar swung her feet off the bed, looking wistfully at the other side of the bed. It was nicely made, which matched Mako's need for tidiness. After throwing on her normal garb, she head for the kitchen for breakfast.
The open window in the kitchen let in a cool morning draft. After heating up the water, she poured it into a small cup, steam rising up from it. Korra then opened the cabinet above her head, the mixed scent of the multitude of tea leaves stored in it overwhelming her.
Mako had always had an obsession about tea. He'd always been fond of the warm drink, more so than Bolin was, because it was his father's favourite drink. After they both started making an adequate living, Mako began buying a multitude of tea leaves. Korra had constantly protested that action, saying that the money could be used for something else, that nobody could drink that much tea. Mako never listened to her protests, and eventually, his fondness for tea grew on Korra.
She stared at the cabinet for a moment.
She skimmed over the labels of the different boxes: green tea, chamomile tea, jasmine tea, white tea.
How did she normally prepare her tea?
Korra pursed her lips when she realised: she didn't prepare her own tea. It was always Mako who made her tea in the morning, and Korra would take it with a thank-you and a kiss planted on his lips.
Korra closed the cabinet wistfully.
She prayed to the spirits that Mako would come home soon, safe and sound.