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unrestraint) wrote2014-03-17 02:51 pm
unrestraint) wrote2014-03-17 02:51 pm
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the thunder and the laughter, the last thing they remember
The ocean always makes for the best playground.
Even though Korra's gone to the public pool more times than she can count, when Naruto isn't around to be training with her, the ocean is always her setting of preference. The waters are still too cold for comfort, but it's that same shock in temperature that keeps Korra awake as she skates out on the surface, surfing out until the city looks small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. Some yards away, Naga bobs happily in the water, dipping down on occasion to chase for the few fish daring enough to flit close to shore.
Out here, anything feels possible, and the water is nothing but a canvas to be worked with.
Breathing in deeply and drawing her shoulders back, Korra relishes the warmth of the sun on her back before darting straight for the beach. With both arms, she works up a large wave behind her, the water rising higher and higher until all of the sun's rays are blocked from her body.
Narrowing her gaze, she skates away from the main beach, the wind whistling by her ears as she makes a detour towards the lighthouse. With the water underneath her feet, Korra goes flying towards the structure, roughly at height with the lamp when she finally breaks contact with the surf. A gust of wind twists her quickly onto her back, and gravity pulls her down as Korra sends a large breath towards the water, freezing it from top down.
It surrounds the lighthouse in a half-sphere of murky, fragmented ice.
Grinning as she hurtles back towards the ground, Korra stops her fall with a burst of fire underneath her feet, tapping gently against the balcony of the lighthouse. It might be far too showy — no, it's definitely too showy — and her entire body feels sticky and gritty with sand.
But it's still totally worth it.
Even though Korra's gone to the public pool more times than she can count, when Naruto isn't around to be training with her, the ocean is always her setting of preference. The waters are still too cold for comfort, but it's that same shock in temperature that keeps Korra awake as she skates out on the surface, surfing out until the city looks small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. Some yards away, Naga bobs happily in the water, dipping down on occasion to chase for the few fish daring enough to flit close to shore.
Out here, anything feels possible, and the water is nothing but a canvas to be worked with.
Breathing in deeply and drawing her shoulders back, Korra relishes the warmth of the sun on her back before darting straight for the beach. With both arms, she works up a large wave behind her, the water rising higher and higher until all of the sun's rays are blocked from her body.
Narrowing her gaze, she skates away from the main beach, the wind whistling by her ears as she makes a detour towards the lighthouse. With the water underneath her feet, Korra goes flying towards the structure, roughly at height with the lamp when she finally breaks contact with the surf. A gust of wind twists her quickly onto her back, and gravity pulls her down as Korra sends a large breath towards the water, freezing it from top down.
It surrounds the lighthouse in a half-sphere of murky, fragmented ice.
Grinning as she hurtles back towards the ground, Korra stops her fall with a burst of fire underneath her feet, tapping gently against the balcony of the lighthouse. It might be far too showy — no, it's definitely too showy — and her entire body feels sticky and gritty with sand.
But it's still totally worth it.