A/N: Wow, this chapter took me forever. I am so sorry, I apologize profusely, and I hope that you will forgive me for not updating in forever. Same excuses apply really. Anyway, please review because reviews make me happy.
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Previously on Events Unexpected…
"How can you trust her? She is of Azula's blood! Need I remind you of the crimes committed by that woman?" Katara bit out.
"Mother please," Tenzin stepped forward. Up until that point, he had not moved, much less said anything. "In this case, Crown Princess, because that is what she is," he cut off the woman's protests before they came forth from her lips, "has the right. There are no grounds on which the crown can be denied to her."
"I will agree… with one ultimatum," Katara continued adamantly. "The girl shall come to Republic City, where I will be staying for the duration of three months. There, she will be taught the manner of running a state by the Council and be supervised by me."
Inzei sighed and rubbed his temples. Having Katara teach Kaji was not an adverse notion. If the girl was truthful about her knowledge, and he did not doubt she was, then he had nothing to keep her. Having Master Katara's assent in Kaji's coronation was also something he desperately needed. Gravely he nodded, first at the young girl, then at the wise old woman.
A loud bang went off in the distance. Kaji's head shot up just in time to see the myriads of bright purple lights erupt from the sky, now black with the exception of a few stars. The smoke that was left after the firework was soon blotted out by three more miniature explosions. The Fire Nation sigil hung in the sky in a portrait of black, red, and yellow fire. Korra's head slowly lowered to rest against the taller girl's shoulder. Kaji's own head rested atop Korra's. Their hands were entwined and resting contently between their laps.
"I love you," Korra whispered.
"I love you too," Kaji replied.
I love you too, Korra replayed in her mind. Her lungs constricted until she could barely gasp a breath. Her heart pounded the blood into her ears, leaving nothing but its drumming in her head. Four simple words, and yet, they were so powerful as to make her legs shaky and weak. No one had ever said that before, at least not with that connotation. Just remembering the sincerity that shown in Kaji's molten gold eyes as she said it, her lips moving to formulate the words so supple in the faint light, and the way she held Korra tightly to reassure her that she was there.
Kaji had been gone in the morning, whisked away by the urgency of the secret they had to keep. Korra couldn't help but feel a slight twinge of loneliness. Still, she knew it had been real-the scent of cinnamon and jasmine flowers that still lingered in her sheets were a dead give-away. It was the final morning of their stay in the Fire Nation. The zeppelins would be ready to take off in the waning hours of the afternoon. Korra stretched her arms into the sky before finding her clothes, still strewn haphazardly on the floor from the previous night, and putting them on. Korra wasn't particular about washing the festival's events from her mind so she didn't mind not washing her clothes just yet. There would be plenty of time for chores when they got back to Republic City. Now that Kaji was coming too, the prospect of seeing the city again didn't seem quite so daunting.
It had been about six hours since then. Korra had practically packed everything in the span of half an hour. No one ever said anything about organization after all. She found herself sitting at the window like the day before. The city was much more peaceful. Korra chuckled internally at the thought of all of the people recuperating from the long day of walking around and the long night of drinks. She silently wondered whether getting drunk on Kaji counted. Ugh, I am getting way too 'hopeless romantic' about this she admonished. The smile never died from her lips.
"Korra, we are going to head down to the throne room where everyone is getting together before the departure," Pema called.
"Coming," Korra shot up from her hunched position and walked briskly to the nonbender standing in the doorway. Pema exchanged a warm glance with the Avatar and they both casually strutted to the throne room. Korra looked at the now familiar vases forlornly, wondering if she would ever have to navigate her way through the winding maze of the palace by their intricate designs.
The double doors opened on silent hinges as they always did, floating on air despite their titanic mass. Inside, a congregation of people was already waiting for them. Ikki and Jinora had Meelo at bay by hanging him, laughing like a maniac, upside down from his feet. Pema gave them a look and the boy was released. Instead of the expected explosion of activity that usually ensued, Meelo simply tottered over to Pema and grabbed the side of her dress. Tenzin walked up to his wife and placed a loving kiss on her forehead before handing over baby Rohan. Pema took him gently into her arms.
Prince Yun stood awkwardly to the side of everyone, preferring the least amount of attention directed to him. Inzei and Kaji were deep in conversation toward the fore of the room, closest to the throne. Korra ran her eyes longingly over the girl, wishing she could run into her arms and feel as she did last night. Unfortunately that was currently impossible due to the extra presences within the room. Inzei came to wish them a farewell and a safe trip back. Even a tired looking Iroh showed up at the last minute to say goodbye. His eyes kept flicking warily at the new Crown Princess, not quite sure how he should approach her. Kaji gave him a firm handshake before uttering a few pleasantries to put him at ease. His large shoulders relaxed a bit underneath his military jacket. Despite the stress of the Agni Kai, Iroh looked surprisingly- or maybe not that surprisingly- happy to have been removed from the line of succession.
Master Katara was the last to show, coming only a few minutes before their escort came. Five muscular servants laden with all of the luggage from their respective rooms were waiting by the door. Korra was about to insist that she was capable of carrying her own things, but the request would only have been waved off. It was simply the way things were done there. Katara came to walk beside her, linking their arms despite the rather large difference in stature. Kaji inwardly rolled her eyes from behind them. She hadn't been planning on getting too close to Korra under the scrutiny of their peers, but the Water Tribe witch was taking things way out of proportion.
The Sato-mobiles, renamed automobiles in the Fire Nation, were waiting by the large entrance. Their shiny brass metal knobs and rims gleamed brightly in the orange of the western sun. The drivers patiently waited: some leaning against the long hoods, others already in position behind the wheel. The bags were neatly packed into the rear trunks in accordance to who would be in which vehicle so as to keep things together. Korra silently wondered how they could tell then remembered that they probably based it off of the rooms. She gave the royal palace one more glance; tracing all of the curves and contours of the white walls, red roofs, and golden trimmings and beams. It really was a flame gleaming to life under the warm embrace of Agni. The long shadows stretched further to the east as they began their journey into the city and then past into the rocky ledges of the volcano. Korra couldn't help but replay the events of the previous weeks as the scenery flashed by. The pavement melded together, shades of her and Kaji running through throngs of people and dancing dragons passing with it. The buildings blurred together as one mass of timber and plaster just as the sounds and smells of the festival had. Most of all, the wind rushed through her hair just as it had on that dark ledge overlooking the fireworks bursting into a myriad of sparks.
Kaji had been placed into a separate automobile, but she was one with Korra's reflections. The city had not been her home for four years and yet, the red string of destiny seemed to be perpetually pulling her there. She was not frightened of leaving but the apprehension was still there. It was the breath before taking the plunge from an undefined height and her chi was buzzing with the prospect of how hard the impact would be when she came to the bottom.
They were on the exterior of the volcano. The road wound its way around like a giant serpent carved into the great mountainside. Korra could see the waves in the harbor, then they were lost to be replaced with forest, then the tiny airship landing platform was visible, until finally her eyes focused back onto the sea. As they descended, Korra could almost taste the salt air on her tongue and feel the slight spray of water breaking high over the rocks below.
Two large blimps were awaiting them at their destination. Their original rustic red zeppelin Korra had arrived in, with its yellow airbending sigil, was last in the row. The other was a pale white with the blue waves that symbolized the Water Tribes and was rising straight ahead of them in all of its grandeur. Korra couldn't help but wonder how her parents were doing. It seemed like eons since she had set foot in the deep snowfalls of the village where she had been born. It didn't even feel real, as though it had all been a dream or some manifestation of her imagination. There was no time for such thinking however, as an argument had just broken out from the group of passengers already assembled before the airships. Korra stepped forth from her, now parked, transport. In front of her, a red-faced Yun was glaring daggers at a nonchalant Kaji whilst also arguing with a resolute Katara.
"But why do I have to move into the other passenger room? The Avatar could stay with the Airbender ship and the Fire Princess can have the spare," Korra came into hearing distance of the boy's petulant whine.
"I am not making this a subject of discussion Yun," Katara answered patiently. "I have requested the presence of Princess Kaji and, as such, am responsible for her. I will not be having our guest sleeping in a small bunk room. As for Avatar Korra, she is my greatest pupil and I will have her aboard my ship. Now, you can choose to move to the bunk room and grumbled about it all you want, or you can trade with Korra for her room in the Republic City ship. They will be more than willing to return you to the Northern Water Tribe as soon as we have disembarked."
The Prince was growing visibly more enraged with each passing moment. "I will not be treated like this. I am the Chief's son!"
"And you will obey me. Your father was the one who expressly told you to listen to every word I say," Master Katara did not lose a beat.
Grumbling, the young prince instructed the young man carrying his bags to place them in his new room aboard the Republic City airship. Kaji sighed and motioned for her own luggage to be taken up the gangplank to the blue zeppelin. Korra felt bad about making her chauffer take the large suitcase she owned up all of the stairs but Katara was beckoning to her. She complied like the good pupil that she was.
"Yes master Katara?" Korra asked, a little apprehensively. She wanted to avoid being talked to in the same tone that the waterbending master used for the insolent Prince.
"Don't worry child. I won't bite you," the old woman chuckled. "I wanted to walk up with you. I am getting old despite my best efforts, and require some assistance."
Korra beamed at being able to help Katara, in any way possible. She tucked her arm gently around the woman's fragile frame. The furs that seemed to be the only outfit she ever dawned on were a little scratchy against Korra's bare skin. If she thought hard enough, she could almost replace the sensation with Kaji's scraping fingernails as she gently traced them over Korra's back when they- Korra stopped herself before her heart failed her and her knees buckled. They reached the doorway leading into the ship.
The inside was furnished like the inside of a Water Tribe house. The carpets were made of the finest white fur, sinking in with each step one took even if it was with the barest of pressures. The sofas that lined the living compartment were also hides, though they had been smoothed of their hair, and were earthly browns and beiges. The walls were painted to match the sky on a cloudless winter day: the softest hues of blue almost white. There was a large window, almost identical to the one on the airbender airship, overlooking the ground below. Most of the cars had left, probably making their way back up the volcano.
Korra turned around to the small corridor leading back into the interior of the blimp. Kaji was making her way to the first door to the left side. She gently twisted the knob and let herself into the room. It was spacious, when considering that there was very little living space when it came to that particular mode of transportation. The bed was covered in furs of varying colors and thicknesses. The firebender flipped through about half of them before she took them into her arms and carried them into the closet embedded into the wall perpendicular to the glass window that covered the left side of the room. The rest of the furs lay untouched. Kaji placed her bags, all four behemoth sized suitcases that had been piled by the bed, and repositioned them by the now closed closet. Inspecting her handy-work and finding it acceptable, she turned to return to the living quarters and scrounge up some food. It was drawing near dinnertime anyway. Seeing that a certain someone had gone into her room and another certain waterbender was not around, Kaji quickly amended her trajectory to take in one more stop.
Korra turned opposite of Kaji and took the first room to her right. It was the perfect size and shape of the one Korra had occupied during her Avatar training in the Northern Water Tribe. The walls were a matching color to the rest of the interior of the ship, which was a nice change to the nerve-grating vermillion that had surrounded her in the palace. She flopped onto her bed and took in the musky smells of the pelts surrounding her. She could close her eyes and imagine Naga placing her huge head against her lap and giving her a loving lick. Korra couldn't help the excited butterflies in her stomach when she thought of introducing her best friends, Bolin included in her musings, to Kaji and vice versa. Bolin would probably have a real shock if he tried to flirt with the Crown Princess and realizing that she was with Korra. But he can't ever know, she added wistfully. A knock on her door stopped her fantasizing.
"Yes," came the muffled reply from under the pile of skins she had wrapped herself in. She couldn't see who her visitor was, but both other residents were welcome.
"…" silence filled the room. Korra began to wonder if she had simply imagined the noise. A shuffling of feet affirmed that she had indeed heard someone.
"Who is it?" Korra asked. She tried to disentangle herself from the sheets with little success. In fact, it felt like she had gotten herself even more entangled.
A pressure suddenly pressed itself against the trapped Avatar. Korra let out an undignified yelp of surprise when the trap of blankets closed in over her and tightened around her waist. She began waving her arms-as much as she could wave them in her position- trying to knock off whatever it was that had been launched at her. Soft chuckles sounded from beyond her prison, somewhere near her stomach. Well, the mystery of what this thing is has been solved, Korra exasperatedly sighed in her head.
"Kaji, get off and help me out of these blankets," Korra shouted. She could feel the other girl shaking with her suppressed laughter. A small smile cracked through Korra's annoyed façade.
It took a few seconds for Kaji to find an opening in the mound of furs that held her lover. Korra's eyes snapped shut as a flood of light filtered through when Kaji finally removed a bundle of the pelts. It was soon blotted out when Kaji stuck her head in and captured Korra's lips in a kiss. It was gentle, somewhat hesitant, but grew as Korra pushed herself into it. Her hands, so dark in the dim covering of the bed sheets, cupped the pale flesh of Kaji's cheeks. Her touch caused a deep blush to filter into the white skin, burning with the fire of Kaji's internal sun.
They broke apart as they always did, gasping for air. Kaji quickly looked over her shoulder, checking that no one had seen their small display of affection. Korra inwardly groaned at having to suppress all of her urges for the sake of keeping their secret. Kaji sensed her irritation and sympathetically drew a finger over Korra's flushed lips. Korra couldn't help herself and took a loving nip at the digit. Kaji quickly retracted it and Korra's teeth lightly clinked together.
"We are preparing to take off," the voice of the captain sounded over the intercom system. Kaji gave Korra one last passionate glance before moving off of the bed and out into the living quarters. She had seen the flying ships take off many time before but it never ceased to amaze her. She rested her hands against the rail that ran around the interior of the glass, separating her and the window by mere inches. The ground began to gradually move away as the ropes were cut and the balloon was freed to drift into the heavens.
"Princess Kaji," Katara's slippery voice came from behind her. Kaji immediately changed her small content smile to a thin line of nonchalance.
"Master Katara."
"Have you ever travelled by zeppelin before?" the white-haired woman had moved to Kaji's right side. Her gnarled old fingers gripped the railing next to Kaji's delicate ones, unmarred by age.
"Yes, a few times," Kaji answered evenly. Her pupils slowly slid to the corners of her eyes but immediately returned to their forward position when she saw Katara's own sea blue irises focused on her. She would not give the woman the satisfaction of knowing that she was unnerved by those piercing orbs.
"Yes, I do believe that your grandmother had an affinity for them. Though she did prefer them as vessels used for military purposes over simple transportation."
"…" Kaji stayed as still as was possible without ceasing to breathe. The old waterbender wanted to unnerve her, to make her angry. She would not play that game, not yet.
"Of course you would know that too. I apologize, you must be finding the ramblings of an old woman to be quite dull," Katara turned to face the outside, reflected through the clear shield before her. The young firebender was still in her peripheral. The stoic face and focused eyes, glimmering in the light that spilled over them, gave away nothing of the girl's thoughts. It infuriated the master bender how alike Kaji was to Azula, in appearance and manner of conduct.
"I was taught to take into consideration the words of my elders for they hold knowledge that I may not have," Kaji finally answered evenly.
"That is a good philosophy, but take care not to waste your time listening to every one of them or you may become lost. Was it Azula who taught you that as well?" Katara continued prodding. She wanted to discover as much about this new 'heir' as she could.
"No. It was her uncle actually, Iroh the first. I found a scroll of his sayings tucked away in one of her drawers. It was the first saying."
Katara's eyes widened ever so slightly in shock. She had always remembered that Azula had held such contempt for the old General. To discover that she had held onto a scroll of his, with some of his thoughts and ideals, was greatly surprising.
Kaji watched Master Katara's face intently. She quickly caught the dilation of the pupils and increasing of eye diameter, the crinkling of the grooves and wrinkles, and the ever so small deepening frown. She had to fight to keep the smirk creeping over her own face. The old woman had bought her lie hook, line, and sinker. It was almost sad how easily the waterbender was able to be manipulated. Of course Princess Azula would never have kept any of her uncle's writings. Kaji and she held an equal dislike of the fat, tea-loving bastard, but Katara didn't need to know that. All the old woman had to know was the illusion that Kaji was willing to reform from the teachings of her grandmother through others.
They were interrupted by Korra's entrance into the room. Kaji gave Master Katara one more smile, reflecting all of the warmth and sweetness she could muster without it turning into a sour smirk, before leaving the railing and the sky beyond for the confines of the airship. An assortment of fruits had been laid out for them on a small table in the far right corner of the room. She matched Korra's direction to it and they sat down to have a snack before they were to be called for dinner. Master Katara, ever the vigilant one, made sure to join them and sit between her favorite student and other occupant whom she did not trust at all.
Describing the trip as awkward was a complete understatement. By the time Korra took her first shaky step into the familiar setting of Air Temple Island, her nerves were so frazzled she thought that she would be able to bend lightening from the ends. She had been happy at first- to be sharing the space with two of her most beloved people- but had soon come to the realization that putting Katara and Kaji in any kind of proximity within a mile of each other was like putting two vicious komodo-rhinos in a pen together. Katara had not stopped with her remarks, ever inferring derogatory topics about Azula in hopes of fraying Kaji's stoicism. Kaji herself had submerged herself into her subconscious before the evening of the first day in the air and even Korra hadn't been able to break through the icy front. Korra desperately longed for more stolen moments like the one before they had ascended into the clouds, but Master Katara was practically joined at the hip to her. Not to mention that the one time she had succeeded in sneaking into Kaji's room after everyone was asleep, she had been sent away with an annoyed grumble from the disheveled firebender. In summation, Korra was miserable and ready for a nice long bath.
Yet, multiple priorities kept Korra from immediately seeking the solace of the steamy water rushing over her skin. Two priorities to be exact: one very white, fluffy, and friendly while the other was simply friendly. Naga gave one warning bark before tackling the Avatar to the ground. Korra half-heartedly tried to keep the wet kisses at bay, bitterly thinking that at least someone was willing to give them. Naga was soon pushed to the side by an ecstatic Bolin; the earthbending boy gave her a softer hug than her huge polar bear-dog. His jade eyes glistened with unbridled happiness and Korra had to mentally check that she had in fact only been gone for a little over a week instead of years.
Someone behind them cleared their throat ever so slightly. Bolin and Korra bought turned to see Master Katara beaming at them. "And who might this young man be?"
"This is Bolin," Korra replied gleefully. She really had missed her friend too. "Bolin, this is Master Katara."
"Nice to meet you Master," Bolin gave a polite bow which earned him an even larger smile.
"I do believe that you are one of the 'Fire Ferrets' I have been told about by my pupil," it was more of a statement than a question.
"Yeah," Bolin replied excitedly. Korra couldn't help but giggle as he puffed out his chest and stretched his back to gain a half-inch in height. "I'm the best earthbender in the whole tournament."
Katara let out a chuckle of her own at that. "I am sure that you are."
Korra, still sitting on the dusty floor where she had landed after the assault, looked over her shoulder at the gangplank. The top was hidden in shadows since the sun was behind them, setting to the west. Two booted legs were appearing from under the awning that covered everything in darkness. Bolin noticed his friend's diverted attention and also turned to the newcomer. He was slightly confused, thinking that it was Iroh, when it became obvious that the silhouette was too small to be the Prince. His eyes widened as a gorgeous girl came into view. Her hair was as black as the midnight sky during a storm. Her eyes were the most piercing gold that he had ever seen, nothing like the bronze and amber of most firebenders he had met, but royal gold. Her cheekbones were well defined and set high, small shades playing along where her hair blew over her face in the slight breeze. Her lips were redder than any rose he had ever given to any girl in the myriads of bouquets he had made. The armor she wore was old fashioned, heavy metal plates cascading down her chest until they ended just below her ribcage. The lines of metal that rimmed the dark black were a match to her eyes. The belt held the fiery three pronged flame of the Fire Nation just like the thin pointed crown resting in the professional topknot sticking out behind her head. She walked with the graceful gate of a noble, a very high noble.
"W-Who's that?" Bolin asked in awe.
Korra was almost surprised at the sudden pang of jealousy that hit her when she caught Bolin eyeing the new arrival. Kaji is mine and mine alone! Korra shook her head to remind herself that Bolin was harmless and Kaji was not someone who simply threw herself around. Her smile lowered into a private lift of the corners of her lips. "This is Crown Princess Kaji of the Fire Nation."
"Kaji, huh?" Bolin murmured, still somewhat enraptured by the beauty still making her way down to them. Then Korra's words suddenly struck him. "Wait, wasn't Iroh supposed to be Crown Prince?"
Korra shrugged before finally picking herself up and dusting herself off. Small clouds of earth drifted away from her pant-legs. "Yeah, a few things happened and, well, she is the new heir to the throne."
"Oh, okay," Bolin wasn't really one to get into politics unless there was earthbending the crap out of equalists involved. "Is Iroh okay?"
"I think he's actually kind of happy with his newfound freedom," Kaji had reached them and heard Bolin's last remark. It only took a second for her to infer what their conversation had been on. "I do not believe I have had the pleasure of meeting you."
Bolin shakily took Kaji's outstretched hand. He was quite inept at what to do when confronted with a person of royalty. Kaji quickly diffused his tension with a friendly handshake and nothing more. Korra came to stand between the two and recited the introductions while Bolin found his tongue.
"Ah, it seems that Tenzin is arriving," Master Katara observed. The rustic blimp had indeed just come into view from behind their own. Ropes were let down, soon to be secured to four prongs sticking out of the earth. The walkway lowered slowly until it hit the ground in with a muffled thud and a miniature cloud of earth rising disturbed from its slumber. Meelo, as expected, was the first to careen out. He immediately jumped on the enthusiastic polar bear-dog and they ran a few circles around the ever growing group standing below the zeppelins. Tenzin and Pema gave Master Katara a quick hug in greeting while the girls moved to Bolin and started belaying their exciting trip to the Fire Nation. They spoke so quickly that Korra had to pity the poor boy attempting to keep up.
"Wanna give me the tour before anyone notices we're gone?" Kaji whispered into Korra's ear. She nodded enthusiastically. They checked to make sure that everyone else was preoccupied with their own conversations. When the coast was clear, they grabbed their luggage and sneaked away behind a growth of brush and thin trees.
Korra led them to one of the side passages that led into the Air Temple. She silently reveled in being the guide here. Now Kaji was the one having to rely on her directions. The first stop was Korra's room where they deposited all of the bags. Neither knew where Kaji would be staying as of yet so it was the only place they could store their things until they were further informed. Once that was done, Korra immediately began making her way to the back of the building. Kaji grasped at Korra's hand, more for the contact than actually fearing that she would get lost. Korra obliged, but made sure to keep her eye out for any monks wandering around.
When they finally reached the back door, and then the world beyond it, Korra relaxed and slowed to walk shoulder-to-shoulder with the fire prodigy. They leaned into each other, feeling the warmth creeping in through their touch, even though the plates of Kaji's armor made it slightly uncomfortable for Korra's delicate skin. Most of the warmth actually came from Kaji and filtered into Korra but the elated feeling of being together was experienced by both girls. The small path that led up to the training field was kept clean of weeds and other vegetation by the frequent steps of passing pupils and masters. The tower was behind their backs, its normally white walls and dark blue tile roofs were grey and black in the faded light. The evening air caused a chill to go through Kaji's frame-having spent most of the previous year in the southern regions of the Fire Nation which had ridden her of the habituation to the cold that traveling through the Earth Kingdom had granted her. Korra pushed into her more, providing a comfortable barrier between the firebender and the nipping air around them.
The training ground was now deserted and dark. The spinning obstacle course was an indiscernible mass of black and grey paper. It was alright though; Korra had no intention of wasting the fleeting moments when she had Kaji to herself on training. They could always make up an excuse to spar during the day. The small grassy glade atop the cliff side, a little farther past the training grounds, held the perfect view of the glistening lights of the city beyond the abysmal water below them. Korra took a seat a small ways away from the edge, just as a preliminary caution. Kaji came to be behind her, spreading her legs around Korra's and wrapping her arms around her waist. Korra leaned back into the girl, seeking the familiar smells of cinnamon and jasmine. Republic city shined before them, brighter than any star. A mirror image was reflected off of the dark waters unbroken as there was no breeze to rouse waves. Above them faint stars pinpricked the pitch-black sky, the sun having gone behind the horizon long ago.
"Beautiful," Kaji whispered gazing down at Korra's face. The shorter girl had rested her head against the other's breastplate, slightly off to the left, giving Kaji the perfect view of the actinic eyes that sparkled even in the absence of light.
"It is," Korra unwittingly believed that Kaji was referring to the scenery. The princess chuckled at the obliviousness Korra seemed to have when it came to her looks.
"I wasn't referring to the city."
Korra's eyes jumped to meet Kaji's. A deep blush came over her cheeks as she finally understood the compliment. Their lips met softly against each other in a peck. Kaji then placed another kiss against Korra's forehead before nestling into the brown locks that held the crisp scent of winter.
"Welcome to Republic City," Korra felt the need to say. Kaji simply smiled against her.
P.S. Hope you enjoyed it. I really think it lagged as a chapter and I will update the next one as soon as I am able. Again please review, sorry for the boring chapter, and I promise it will get better. I haven't even gotten to the Angst part yet. :)