Mystearica
Star
- Joined
- May 20, 2014
Being the Avatar was a tough job. Nobody seemed to give a shit about whether or not you had good reasons for anything when you did something that messed with people's lives. Most specifically, the spirits were causing more than a few problems in the Heart of Republic City, and she wasn't solving them fast enough for the likes of the people in the city.
And that included the even more incompetent President Raiko, who'd made the wonderful decision of exiling the Avatar -- the bridge between worlds, and the most powerful bender alive -- from Republic City.
Korra had been at a loss for what to do. She had mastered firebending, waterbending, earthbending, and even airbending... and had even started to master the more spiritual aspects of her position. But now she was left with nothing to do. Well, almost nothing.
Her entire life had been spent at either the South Pole or in Republic City, never even setting foot in any other land. Aang, and every Avatar before him, had traveled the world extensively, searching far and wide. It hadn't been too hard to get an airship and borrow a small crew (courtesy of Asami), but Mako and Asami had duties in the city... which had left her with Bolin.
She liked Bolin, but she'd hoped for some of the others. But Tenzin, Asami, Mako... just about everyone they knew had lives back in the city, the city Korra couldn't legally return to (not that that would stop her for even a half second if she actually wanted to return).
So there they were, floating over Earth Kingdom territory. Korra had taken to a observation deck off the front of the airship, below and just in front of the bridge, a metal lip with a railing they could easily step off of once the ship landed. Korra was sitting on the railing, glancing out over the vast world as her hair whipped out behind her. They planned to visit the Fire Nation and the Earth Kingdom, plus some of the more independent areas that made up their world.