AN: Welp, that's all folks.
If I get a few more prompts in the next week, I'll keep this story open. If not, at the end of next week I'll mark it as complete and that will be that. I will be posting tomorrow though.
future
"Come on! I've never been to one of these before." Asami pinched the bridge of her nose, skepticism a living thing on her features. Mako's expression was similar though he seemed rather taken with the look of delight on Korra's face. Bolin was, predictably, bouncing with excitement.
"It's a scam, Korra. The first time I went in one, the woman told me I'd lose all my hair in a tragic ice fishing accident." Asami protested, pouting and crossing her arms over her chest.
"Still technically possible." Bolin pointed out. She leveled a glare at him. He shrunk away at the speed of light.
"I don't care! Let her come up with the most ridiculous future for me. Come on, it'll be funny." Korra coaxed, tugging Mako along by the hand. Bolin and Asami had no choice but to follow.
"Well, the first time we went to one, she told me I'd one day be a great pro bender. Still think it's a hoax?" Bolin's smile was cherubic. He bumped Asami playfully and she smiled back ruefully, her green eyes rolling in her head.
"Sure, Bo, but she also told you that you'd lose a hand before you started puberty." Mako reminded his brother as Korra peaked through the curtains of the little carnival stall. He could smell incense and heat. Bells drifted in and out.
Korra paused, looking back at Mako. "What about you? What did she tell you?"
He shrugged, a devious smile playing on his lips. "She said I'd meet a girl." He paused, allowing the smile to spread across her lips. "And she said I'd wish I hadn't met her about five minutes after meeting her. So I guess fortune tellers aren't a total sham." Korra's eyes narrowed and she disappeared behind the curtains.
The little booth was hot and filled to the brim with heady scents. The little woman at the table looked older than death. She wore a little paper name tag that read "Aunt Wu II" in shaky handwriting. Her face was caked with more makeup than Asami owned and her hair was piled in such a haphazard lump on her head that Korra wasn't entirely sure it was all human. It might've been a nest of some sort. She didn't care to find out.
"Have you come to learn your future? Perhaps a card reading?" The woman's voice was gravely and it crackled on the way out of her lips. Korra sat across from her uncertainly, searching for words of response. "No? Better a palm reading then." Aunt Wu II held out her hand expectantly. Korra laid a few yuans on the table and extended her hand.
She felt her friends peeking through the crack in the tent. The fabric rustled and she knew they all stood behind her, eagerly awaiting Aunt Wu's verdict regardless of skepticism.
"I see you are a powerful bender." Aunt Wu declared, her scaly fingertips trailing down the creases of Korra's hand. Korra resisted the impulse to roll her eyes. "The Avatar. Powerful indeed. You have faced many enemies—and still yet more, even more powerful ones, wait for you." Korra shifted uncertainly. It wasn't exactly a surprising fortune, though it certainly confirmed many fears. "You reign during a time of great change. The era of bending is evolving. Do not accept what already is as law." She said this with a focused air, her eyes and hands probing Korra's outstretched one with intense interest.
She turned over Korra's hand, her fingertips grazing her calloused knuckles. "You will gain many allies. You will question loyalties to the ones you love. But you will stay true, given time." Aunt Wu seemed to pull out of a trance. She looked up at Korra with wide peculiar eyes and she flipped Korra's hand back over.
"You also may be pregnant with your first child. I thank you for your business. Goodbye." She hurriedly ushered a stymied Korra out of her tent.
Frozen outside, Korra didn't seem capable of moving her face or any other part of her body. Mako was rather pale. Asami looked like she couldn't decide whether or not to laugh or cry. She seemed to compromise by doing both.
"Well, that wasn't so weird, don't you think?" Bolin commented, shrugging and taking off towards a kiosk full of food.