AN: Sadly, I do not own LOK, nor do I own the characters. I own nothing except the plot, but of course you already know that. Please review and tell me whether I should continue this story. Hazel.

Chapter Two – Transience

As predicted by Jinora, She had definitely not slept well. Her dreams were plagued with images of Bolin. It was like her mind was making a point to admire everything about him. His gentle smile, the way he held her, His striking emerald green eyes. Even in her dreams her feelings for him were electric. Unfortunately electricity is not conducive to a good night's sleep and after every short dream she'd have of him, she'd wake up in a haze. Sighing in slight annoyance and fatigue at waking up for what seemed like the hundredth time, she briefly glances over at her clock.

Four a.m.

Great...

Groaning from the sight of the time, she rolled over in her bed and willed herself to close her eyes and finally get at least an hour's worth of uninterrupted sleep...

She was with him on Avatar Aang Memorial Island looking out towards the light littered Republic City. At night the city still retained its beauty. Regardless of impending nightfall steadily encapsulating the metropolis, it was still bustling with energy, life and light.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Bolin offered to Jinora as she stood and observed her surroundings.

Jinora nodded her head thoughtfully whilst still looking out at the vibrant city. After a few seconds had passed she turned and directed her full attention at Bolin who was now sitting down beside her. She joined him in sitting down, becoming more than aware of the energy between them.

"It's really peaceful to look at" Jinora reflected contently. She looked over at Bolin with brown eyes full of adoration. His eyes returned the look but after a moment, they faltered and reluctantly tore themselves away from hers. His look of adoration replaced with a troubled look, furrowing his brow and making his smile turn into a hard line.

"Jinora, do you think that this is wrong? I mean, I'm twenty two, and you're only sixteen. I don't want to be a creepy old man" Bolin rambled, a look of concern plastering his face. It almost looked as though he didn't want the answer.

"Bolin, my mum and dad have an age difference of sixteen years. If they can be together, there's no reason why we can't be, right?" Jinora replied comfortingly.

She noticed the internal conflict steadily raging inside of Bolin's mind. She didn't like to see him like this. In an effort to quash his anguish, she moved closer to him, closing the space between them so that their legs pressed against each other. Looking at his lap, Jinora saw his hand and gently placed hers in his. She was surprised at how big and rough they were compared to her soft, petite hands. This seemed to make Bolin feel a little better, as indicated by the gentle squeeze he gave her hand. He looked over to her, obviously still trying to justify the feelings he had for her. After a minute or so he looked intently at her. Her beauty was truly mesmerising. The way the moonlight accentuated the contours of her body, giving her the glow of the moon spirit was almost too much. Bolin was caught in the moment. Looking in to her eyes, he started to lean towards her, she did the same.

"Jinora" He said softly, coming closer to her, his free hand moving to gently cup her cheek.

"Jinora" He repeated her name as if it were a prayer. They were very close now, only inches away from each other's lips.

"Jinora!"

Her brown eyes snapped opened to meet the sunlight, her ears responding to the loud shout of her name.

"Jinora! Wake up" Pema said firmly.

"If you don't get up soon you are going to be late for your test!" Pema reminded Jinora with a sense of necessity. With that she slid the door shut and left Jinora to get ready.

At Pema's remark, Jinora turned her head and blearily looked at the time, removing her tousled brown hair from her face.

Six a.m.

Oh no...

"Spirits! My test is in twenty minutes!" Jinora yelped, propelling herself out of bed abruptly, disorienting herself by moving so fast. Jinora hurriedly put on her orange and yellow robes, grabbed her staff wildly and pelted down the corridor to the kitchen. Her long brown hair was loose and still untamed when she reached the kitchens, shocking some of the Air Acolytes peacefully eating their breakfast. Briefly sitting, she gracelessly shoved as much food in to her mouth as she physically could, realising that she wouldn't be able to eat for the rest of the day. This again earned her some stares from the other residents. Once she had finished, she immediately rushed back to her room leaving a trail of wind and her empty bowl behind, passing a stunned Korra down the corridor in her wake. Once she got to her room, she manically brushed her hair and pulled it hastily into her signature bun. Breathing to steady herself she observed the time.

Ten past Six

Thank the spirits.

With that she relaxed a little and made sure that she was ready to go, double checking herself before finally departing the women's quarters to face her last Airbending test.