[The fact you smell like a distillery certainly doesn't help your appeal. Honestly, their positions should be switched — she should be in bed while he takes a shower.
His footsteps fade away; time passes. She doesn't notice it going by. Confusion and heartache have shut down higher order thinking, leaving her stewing in emotion. Eventually the smell is unpleasant enough to make her get up.
In the bedroom, she's assaulted with the acrid reek of smoke and the sickly tang of too much alcohol. She turns quickly and heads in the opposite direction, out the front door where the air is almost clear. She abruptly, intensely misses home: the pure air, the bracing cold. A landscape of deceptively harsh edges. Starkly black & white and yet full of color. Of course, that home is destroyed now, yet another casualty of the civil war. The South Pole rebuilt itself, but it's not the home of her childhood.
Naga meets her immediately outside, and Korra buries her face in the dog's fur.]
I'm fine.
[She is. Curling up outside, nestled against Naga's warmth, is comforting and familiar. The steady heartbeat of her loyal friend is the best lullaby a girl could ask for.]
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His footsteps fade away; time passes. She doesn't notice it going by. Confusion and heartache have shut down higher order thinking, leaving her stewing in emotion. Eventually the smell is unpleasant enough to make her get up.
In the bedroom, she's assaulted with the acrid reek of smoke and the sickly tang of too much alcohol. She turns quickly and heads in the opposite direction, out the front door where the air is almost clear. She abruptly, intensely misses home: the pure air, the bracing cold. A landscape of deceptively harsh edges. Starkly black & white and yet full of color. Of course, that home is destroyed now, yet another casualty of the civil war. The South Pole rebuilt itself, but it's not the home of her childhood.
Naga meets her immediately outside, and Korra buries her face in the dog's fur.]
I'm fine.
[She is. Curling up outside, nestled against Naga's warmth, is comforting and familiar. The steady heartbeat of her loyal friend is the best lullaby a girl could ask for.]