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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.
(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.