Attention readers. There won't be an update for Badgermole days next week. But if you stop by there will be a little something up on the main page. It's not Badgermole Day related, or even LOK, but I feel some of you may enjoy it anyway. Don't worry the following week after next there will be an new update for the story. Until then.

~Bye~

Sanomo

Meeting Momma's Momma: Epilogue

The rain fell as an almost imperceptible mist. Having done its job of soaking the city earlier on before night had truly had time to set. Cars attempted to stay on the streets. Only a few had accidents. Whether it was attributed to liquor they would never tell the police. Making up stories of strays crossing the road. Asami had built her Sato-mobiles well enough. She knew how to make them equipped to handle wet streets. But one thing Asami couldn't invent better were the cabbies.

The man had a wiry beard that looked like it had recently scrubbed off rust. Ginger freckles moved like little boulders with his foul spewing mouth. The air flowing free through missing front teeth as he spewed curses at the spirits for causing the weather. The cabbie banged the steering wheel with heavy palms and thick fingers to show even more ire.

In the back seat the woman sighed into her hand. Holding her chin as she looked out the side of the moving Sato-mobile. The glass fogged over. She reached out and wiped it. Flicking the condensation into the air where it evaporated instantly. The view was there for but a few seconds, of an empty street, before the glass fogged up again.

Korra leaned back in the seat resting her head and closing her eyes. She let out a troubled sigh. Long and lingering. Which went unnoticed by the cabbie who still grumbled with displeasure in the front.

How much longer? How much longer could she keep doing this? Being the avatar. It was days like today that made her want to give up the title. To just reside herself to the better side of life. Being home with her wife and daughter. Not these late night rides home. Weak from the frustration that ate at her heart.

They don't need me anymore. At least not for some things. She could help out with a troubling spirit or two. But even they had quieted down. Transitioned into the day to day of the city. Became domesticated and had moved on with the worlds new ways.

There had been a time when the avatars word was law. To be followed without question. Who am I kidding. No one ever listens; not really. I'm just there to tell them when they got it wrong. Slumping deeper into the seat. The leather wrapped Korra in a chilly grip. And it made the avatar uncomfortable to think such things. So she shook her head enough to get the thoughts out.

"You ok Miss?" The cabbie asked.

Korra didn't respond. She simple blew one of the tassels of hair wrapped in blue fabric back to the side of her face after it had landed across her nose. Crossing her arms she ignored the cabbie; who grumbled something about her being rude. And looked to the window again. The lampposts were like bursting stars in the foggy window. A new one burning up ever few feet.

Maybe this would be the night that she'd give up on the world. Ignore them like they were doing to her. The president had dismissed her small proposal for expanding the park. Making it friendlier for the spirits and people to have as a place to mingle. Really just add a couple of shrines was all. That's all the spirits wanted. And maybe an extra pond or two. Was that too much to ask.

"I'd be crucified by the press Avatar Korra. If I spent that money on some mere...decorations rather than the people." The president elect flapped about his office. Standing by a glistening cabinet made of gold with a glass of dark liquor. Careful enough to not spill it on the expensive rug.

This was what the avatar did. Make everyone's life better. A park would of been a wonderful idea. Nice and quiet. A place to take Yee-Li. You know, if it was still her thing. Which it wasn't. Not since she was in the single digits. They would go feed the turtle ducks or koi. Korra missed that. She wasn't into make-up or dresses. Well, she hadn't been into peace and quiet either. The need came after living in republic city for only a couple of years. Missing the simple atmosphere of the south pole. Her hut. Her parents. Dad and her listening to the pro-bending matches on the radio in the living room. Mom knitting or whatever she liked to do while they shouted their heads off like imbeciles.

Korra was getting anxious to get home. A lump forming in her chest. She started to smooth out the cresses in her robe. When they were perfect she wanted to pick the dirt from her nails but there was none. So she went back to smoothing out her robe again. Then there was nothing else for her to focus on. Physically speaking.

Except for the face of a bright red headed little girl. And the woman who was quite literally a boulder of her life. They were there in her head. It wasn't a picture of perfection. No Korra didn't want that. Her daughter and wife were bickering over something. Was it silly to Korra; of course. Especially when they were done and all the things were said to be said. They'd probably glare at each other for a while after. But eventually they would come around. Nothing like a hug to settle the bad air but instead they'd show it with an agreement over a trivial thing such as what to eat for dinner.

The lump vanished as the cab came to a stop. Korra paid and got out. Sprinting up the walkway to the front steps. The door was almost ripped off its hinges as Korra hurried to unlock it.

"Korra?" Came the surprised call from somewhere in the home. The sound of her wife calling her was enough to relax her shoulders and hoist her up a little taller.

As Korra came into the small nook. Boots tapping the stone. She pressed her body against the door and it gave a soft click as it closed. She relished the feeling of her wife's voice. Until...

"Mommy?"

Her heart beat double time. A joyous melody of love. That made her throw off her furred boots and hang up her robe on the coat hook. She hopped the small step onto the wooden floor and bolted towards the kitchen. She didn't find them sitting at the table waiting for her to start dinner.

Korra was standing at the edge of the kitchen. Dripping a little on the hardwood floor. Lin and Yee-Li were in the living room. Usually if they were in this situation Lin would be on the couch, Korra in her lap, and Yee-Li would sit on the oversized chair in the corner. As much space away from her parents as she could get. But no. The two were situated on the couch the younger in her mother's lap. Lin had a cup of tea. And Yee-Li had a text book laid across her lap.

Korra couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "You two are reading...together?"

Lin took a sip of her tea. Turned back to her daughter and said, "Just brushing up on our history."

In the big window behind the couch. Beyond the fence of the back yard. There was a flash in the sky a ways off. Somewhere in the outskirts of the city. Like a small light flickering in the window of a house on a hill. It was out in an instant.

Korra crossed the rug. Droplets of water flecked off her pants. Giving a tiny squeaking noise as she moved to the couch. Where she leaned over, hair weighted with the dew of the rain, as she kissed Lin quickly on the mouth. Then her daughters head.

The girl gave a squeal as the wet hair clung to her. She pushed her mommy away with a huff."Don't get me wet." She said. As Korra went for another kiss. The child grabbed her cheeks and mashed her face.

Lin chuckled. "Maybe you should dry yourself before you join us, little penguin." Even the former chief pushed her wife away when she tried to give her another kiss. Her fingers massaged a wet strand of one of her pig tails. Wiping the water on the back of the couch. She then gave her wife a smile and shooed her away to get warm and dry.

Taking the stairs behind the wall in the living room. Korra made a bee-line for the bathroom. First taking out the ties in her hair. She left them in the sink to dry; Lin will throw a fit later when she found them. The water was drawn out of her hair with nimble and fluid fingers. Korra sent it down the drain of the sink. The pants were left moist.

Korra went into her bedroom.

The huge set of windows were frosted over. Curtains wide open. At night in bed Korra had a view of the sky. Maybe not like the view she had at the south pole. But every now and again a star could be seen as a flicker.

Korra changed her clothes to the same long shirt she used for bed. It had become well worn and faded. For civility she put on a pair of training pants to keep her bottom covered. At least till she went to bed.

Tiptoeing down the stairs Korra stopped just behind the wall.

Lins voice was even and had mirth to it. Korra could hear the jovialness behind Lins talk with her daughter. Filling in the gaps that history left out. Or didn't think reflected well upon those who made it. The way Sokka, aunt Kataras brother, sounded more like a bumbling goof. Not the proud boomerang wielding warrior who served in the founding of republic city. Aang didn't fair no better either; he came out sounding more like a soft little pansy. Who danced while he airbent. Pining after Katara during the later part of the war. Katara was the only one who sounded like a saint in the stories Lin was retelling from her mother.

It was a shame that Korra couldn't ask Aang whether or not there was truth to it. It was too bad she couldn't ask them about her current situation. What do I do? That was the question; wasn't it. Give it all up. All the hero stuff, and just have this. Her family. After all Lin did the same so why couldn't she? Why shouldn't she? If only she could of asked the other avatars. Then again that was too easy getting all the answers to life's questions. She needed to make those decisions now. Not rely on spirits for all the help when she was being lazy to not think deep enough to find the right answer.

Then she heard Yee-Lis bubbly giggle.

Korra leaned out from behind the wall.

Lin had been entertaining her daughter with the story of how uncle Sokka found himself the unwilling parent to a lost moose lion.

And...in that moment, Korra didn't need to talk to any stuffy old ghost. In that moment her decision was made crystal clear. The avatar would always be needed. Even if they were thankless. The avatar must always do the job no matter the hardships they faced. And Korra would be no different. There was her resolve. Sitting on the couch. Lins gray hair bouncing with laughter while Yee-Li looked at her over her shoulder.

Wiping the moister from her eyes Korra came out of hiding. Coming over to stand by the couch.

Lin looked up at her and said with a hint of worry. Her smile sinking a bit. "Korra, are you ok?" She brushed her hand against the other woman's.

Yee-Li had begun to frown as well at her mommas reaction. She studied Korra for any truth of what Lin had said. But Korra quickly made sure there was nothing but a grin. Genuine and true.

"Yeah-I just don't like you hogging all the love squirt."

The little girl squealed as she was lifted into the air. Korra sat down against Lin and pulled their daughter into her lap. With a good deal of confidence restored. She hugged her daughter close. Gave Lin a kiss. And the three of them settled back into a little history lesson.