how can we claim that we know ourselves

Familiarizing herself with everything that came with her apartment over a year ago and everything required at her job had been simple, but if there was something that Korra still found herself working on after so many years, it was figuring out which knick-knacks were worth getting. Some days, it felt like the city had devices made for every activity imaginable, and figuring which ones were actually worth purchasing was difficult at best.

From other girls Korra's age, she'd learned what the staples were for tending to her appearance. Hair irons had been simple. Hairspray... a little more dangerous. And for everything else, Naruto was usually a fairly good judge of whether or not the purchase was worth the cost — but when he didn't come along to her shopping trips, Korra was much more of an impulse shopper.

She was on her way back to her apartment, squinting as she read through the words on the back of her cardboard box. THE CLAPPER claimed to be a device which could help her turn her electronic devices, lights especially, on and off with a simple clap. Not at all a necessary device, but something about the idea appealed to her. It was simple and neat, and pretty badass for someone whose world was still adjusting to electricity and all it had to offer.

Engrossed in her new purchase, she didn't notice Ellie walking her way until she paused by the bus stop, and immediately brightened.

"Ellie!" she called out, waving to the young girl. "Hey, over here!"

and winter never comes, nor the harvest moon

Once the bees have managed to mostly disperse, it feels like life goes back to normal. Just like that. Even though the most impossible of events has happened, the likes of which no one anticipated, people have lives to live and mouths to feed, and so everyone goes back to their jobs and everything proceeds as though new year's eve was any other day.

(Well, Korra hears that the hospital is busier than usual, and there are certainly a few people out of office thanks to injury... but no one's talking. Maybe that's the weirdest part of all.)

Even Korra has gone about and finished her daily chores, enjoyed time with friends, and only when the week comes to an end does she feel like she has even half a minute to reflect upon everything, with the moon hanging heavy up in the sky.

With a small breath, she heads to the park to think, the cold air comforting against her cheeks as she steps out onto the lake in the park, easily bending blades onto the bottoms of her boots and skating out onto the frozen water. It reminds her a little bit of Southern Water Tribe living back in the day, carefree competitions often taking place on lakes like this, and suddenly Korra misses having the safety of the arena, where all frustrations could be taken out physically, but in a safe environment.

Twirling in a circle in the center of a lake, Korra bends water up and over her head, letting it arc in a neat circle above her head before clapping her hands and turning it into snow, drifting softly towards the ice.