( she hugs him, holds him. a hand slides up to his hair to cup the back of his head, sorting out the place that got fussed in his embarrassment earlier. korra's more aligned with him now, sitting hip to hip. he's a warm, comforting fog - korra's more like a cool breeze, nosed against him. )
Does she, ( a very vague wave behind her, that translates somewhere into half horse? ) you know?
I met her. She was really excited about the color of my skin.
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Does she, ( a very vague wave behind her, that translates somewhere into half horse? ) you know?
I met her. She was really excited about the color of my skin.