Korvira Week

Summary: Korvira Week 2015 by Angel. A collection of the seven topics/prompts for Korvira Week 2015.

Day 1 (II) : Healing – S.W.A.K.

For Korviraislife!

Kuvira dropped her pen, staring at the blank piece of paper in front of her, frowning in disgust. She sighed hard, swiping the small stack off of her lap, sending the papers flurrying to the floor, not caring where they landed.

A small pile of waded up paper sat in the corner of her jail cell, collecting dust, growing every other day when she attempted to write a new letter. Writing in her journal was much easier, her feelings to be kept for herself. With the idea of them coming to light, for other eyes to read, she became nervous and frantic.

Kuvira moved off of her bed and walked towards the middle of the cell, stepping lightly as to not pierce the bottom off her already ragged feet with splinters. She hiked up her pants; her uniform was too big, before lowering herself to the ground. She crossed her legs and placed her hands onto her knees. Breathing in deeply, she closed her eyes, and began to clear her mind.

Water dripped somewhere in the room, a rat squeaked as it scurried towards Kuvira's empty plate of food, happy to see that there were pieces of scraps left over, and the creaking of a bed from the inmate in the cell next door.

A moment later the door to the room opened. Kuvira peeked an eye open to see who had entered, before closing it again, shifting slightly. "I thought you didn't have a shift today, Daisuke?" she asked.

"I don't, but I did promise to be the person that hand deliver your mail, did I not?" he answered. Daisuke grabbed a chair from against the wall of the room and dragged it up to the front of Kuvira's wooden cell. He plopped down into the seat as Kuvira scrambled, climbing to her seat. She cleared her throat and held up her pants with one hand, before walking steadily over towards him.

"You didn't read it?" Kuvira asked slowly.

"Have I ever read your letters before?" Daisuke held the letter out, waving it around. Kuvira rolled her eyes, frowning hard.

"You haven't." She sighed. Kuvira carefully reached her arm out through the pair, her fingers barely touching the envelope. "You don't know what its like to have important words read aloud just to make sure I wasn't conspiring anything." She lowered her head. "Not that I get many letters. They're just the basic checking in letters, or how I'm scum of the planet."

"You have received numerous supportive letters from those you helped in the Earth Nation," he pointed out. "I still have back pain from carrying some of those letters. I'm sorry that many were destroyed."

"As appreciative as I am for them, do I really deserve it?" Kuvira wondered. She nodded at the envelope in his hand. "Who is this one from?"

"Avatar Korra." Daisuke reached further, placing the letter into Kuvira's hand. She leaned against the wooden cell's door, tearing the letter open with her teeth. Spitting out the paper, she carefully unfolded the letter and began to read it's contents:

Kuvira,

You probably weren't expecting a letter from me, seeing as all communication stopped since your arrest and sentencing. I have been busy supporting the Earth Nation and King Wu with its many changes and progressive steps towards reconstruction. While in somewhat close proximity, there wasn't too much time to be able to visit.

I know what you're thinking, since I'm the Avatar I would have a say on who I want to visit and when. The truth of the matter is, I didn't think you'd be ready for me to visit you when I had first arrived here in the Earth Nation. During my recovery after the Red Lotus attack, I needed my space. I didn't want anyone to see me so vulnerable, so broken…so normal…which is why I returned to my home in the South. I know what it feels like, so I wanted to respect you and give you your space. The space you deserved.

Then, I became very busy and while I did think about visiting, I knew you had been receiving supportive letters from all around the Nation. While I never visited, I made sure to receive updates every week on how you were doing. Your well-being is very important to me, even if others in the world may not agree.

Kuvira, I think you are now ready for me to visit. I know that no one else has seen you in the four years since your life-sentencing. One of the things I regretted was not allowing anyone to see me during my recovery. While on one hand, I didn't want them to see the Avatar as broken; I didn't like the thought that I was worrying my friends. My recovery did come first, and while they ultimately understood, I could have made things a bit easier for them if I had really tried.

I hope to visit in the next few days. In the meantime, I will check to make sure that you are continually being taken care of; first off, we need to get you a new uniform and some shoes. These are things you deserve, like any other inmate there. Just hold on a bit longer.

Korra

PS – I hope you've been doing those meditation exercises I told you about when we were in the Spirit World. While you may still not be able to meditate into the Spirit World, I've found it to be a great way to heal my spirit and aid in my mental health. Isolation can easily affect someone.

"Good letter?" Daisuke asked. Kuvira jumped at the sound of his voice. She quickly turned her head, pretending to brush some hair out of her face, when in actuality she wiped away a small tear forming in the corner of her eye.

"Yes," Kuvira muttered. She carefully folded it up and placed it back into the envelope. She walked over to her bed and lifted the mattress, placing it among the pile of other letters she had kept. "Very insightful." Kuvira picked up a discarded piece of paper from the floor, as well as her pen, before sitting on her bed. Placing the paper on her thigh, she began to write.

Dear Korra,

Thank you…