Under the beating sun, Mako and Bolin reunited with a hearty hug and smiles, they we then escorted through Mako's mansion by the many servants in his employment. "So, little brother, how have you been this past year? How have you come to be in west bay?" Mako enquired. However Bolins response was cut short as they entered a room that backed onto the grounds of the mansion, white cloth billowed through the room and sunlight chased the strands across the air. The sound of laughter echoed into his ears and figures danced in the light. Asami, Mako's wife of 5 years was stood in the centre of the room, thick black hair being toyed with by the breeze, her green eyes subtly reflecting the natural light making them perfectly stand out from her pale complexion. She was as stunning as the last time Bolin had laid eyes on her many years ago, seemingly, time had not touched her. By her side was another woman, short brown hair and a slim figure twisted as the women frolicked together. As they walked in Asami turned to them both and smiled in a way that Bolin's breath was caught. "Bolin, is that you?" she chimed. "Hello Asami, it's nice to see you again after all this time." He answered through a smile. "Has Mako offered you a drink?" she uttered as she looked at her dark haired husband. "He often forgets his manners." Bolin laughed at Mako's apparent disgust but he none the less went to the bar to get his brother a beverage. "Dear brother-in-law, this is Opal Beifong, my dearest friend." Bolin extended his hand towards her which she took and met his eye. "Nice to make your acquaintance." She remarked.
They spent the evening together, the four of them, fondly recalling old memories and divulging new ones. Bolin revealed his new job and they all reminded him of him and his brothers sporting days. Bolin also told them that he lived in a modest house directly across the bay from them and that he had a marvellous view of their house. "You know you have quite the illustrious neighbour, Bolin?" mentioned Opal, as she finished her dinner. "No, I have yet to meet the person who lives there. What do you mean illustrious?" "But you must know her! Goes by the name of White, Korra White." At this moment, Asami's head shot up from her plate, a flurry of emotions blatantly running across her face but with all the composure she could muster asked "Korra White? She lives across the bay?" Mako turned to her, a look of jealousy on his face. "You know this White character? How?" Asami gathered herself and wiped her mouth with her napkin. "I don't Mako dear, she has been in the newspapers recently."
Mako dismissed the statement and turned to Bolin insisting they go out about town like they used to when they were at school as his wife looked wistfully out towards the bay from their dining room window. Her mind began to replay all the memories and emotions she had sealed away 5 years ago. A single tear trailed down her face as she glanced across the bay at the mansion that was lit head to toe, the shining palace reflected in the water. She did not know it then but Korra was stood looking right back at her, reaching towards the light in front of her.