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Sometimes, Korra wonders if there's a limit to how effective meditation can be. If after a certain point, trying to meditate borders more on mind-numbing than anything else.
Because that's definitely how life in the city has felt as of late.
There isn't a second of the day that goes by without Korra attempting some type of self-reflection. Even when she treats herself by paying for a few hours at the gym, every punch is punctuated with figuring out why she's holding back, every kick makes her wonder how much metal there is lingering by her bones. When she walks back home, it's always with the slight haze of distraction, wondering what her place is in Darrow. Wondering when she'll be able to get back home.
It's still a when, and not an if in her mind, but her actions don't always reflect that.
Today, she's come out to the countryside yet again, hoping that the fresh air might do her some good. But while Naga tolerated those first few weeks of deep meditation, the polar bear dog doesn't seem as willing to let Korra go nowadays. When Korra tries to settle by the bank of a brook, focusing on the sound of the bubbling water, Naga decides she's not having any of it — and does her best to drop her oversized frame into the water, splashing it all over Korra's shirt.
"Hey!" Korra protests, an irritated look briefly flickering over her face before she bursts into laughter. Naga howls, then dips her tail in the water and whips it in Korra's direction. Korra stops the water with a raise of her palm, bending it right back from where it came, which makes Naga's tongue loll out in happiness.
"Okay, okay. You're right. All work and no play makes Korra a dull Avatar," she admits, before bending more water out of the brook and getting ready to take aim.
Because that's definitely how life in the city has felt as of late.
There isn't a second of the day that goes by without Korra attempting some type of self-reflection. Even when she treats herself by paying for a few hours at the gym, every punch is punctuated with figuring out why she's holding back, every kick makes her wonder how much metal there is lingering by her bones. When she walks back home, it's always with the slight haze of distraction, wondering what her place is in Darrow. Wondering when she'll be able to get back home.
It's still a when, and not an if in her mind, but her actions don't always reflect that.
Today, she's come out to the countryside yet again, hoping that the fresh air might do her some good. But while Naga tolerated those first few weeks of deep meditation, the polar bear dog doesn't seem as willing to let Korra go nowadays. When Korra tries to settle by the bank of a brook, focusing on the sound of the bubbling water, Naga decides she's not having any of it — and does her best to drop her oversized frame into the water, splashing it all over Korra's shirt.
"Hey!" Korra protests, an irritated look briefly flickering over her face before she bursts into laughter. Naga howls, then dips her tail in the water and whips it in Korra's direction. Korra stops the water with a raise of her palm, bending it right back from where it came, which makes Naga's tongue loll out in happiness.
"Okay, okay. You're right. All work and no play makes Korra a dull Avatar," she admits, before bending more water out of the brook and getting ready to take aim.