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audibly the ungraceful sound of a wet and runny nose being sniffled broke their mutual awkward silence. lower lip quivered; desperately trying to stifle a threatening whimper to betray her defiant act. but a p e t i t e form was curled against the solid floor, cradling her own extension. what was the point of being a super h e r o ( yes, she pretended she was a super hero — not quite aware what an Avatar was ) if it meant being unable to protect yourself? usually the odd discomfort to have to p l a y with her cousins would frazzle the southerner; but it seemed this time her troubles were beyond her estranged relation with her b l o o d kin. for as soon as a lengthy sleeve draped over her, b u r y i n g the tiny bender under the textile, Korra found some relief. a safe haven or ——-force field. her own super cousin to salvage her from this ordeal. no words uttered; too a f r a i d to reveal the true extent of the young one’s distress. a simple sway and young korra leaned against the shoulder of her cousin. for a good moment, this is all they did as they watched idle otter penguins skid around on their bellies outside until that sparkfire nestled back into the avatar’s belly.
❝ Do not tell Desna about this —- or I’ll cut your hair in your sleep. ❞