Korrasami Jamboree

Deja Vu

She could hear someone talking to her parents in the other room. Korra sat on the floor, currently using her earthbending to make interesting shapes in the floor. At the moment, engaged in her oh so important task with the ultimate focus of a child at play, she could care less what was going on in the world of the adults, the four year old's concerns being rather limited.

Her attention, however, was quickly brought to the goings on of the adults as she heard her name mentioned several times by a voice she didn't recognize; yet it still stirred something within her. It was a feeling she yet had no name for, but it reminded her of that warm feeling she only got around her parents, especially when they hugged her tight and lavished affection on her.

The voices, accompanied by footsteps, were making their way closer and closer to her room, the voices becoming more and more clear the closer they got.

Before long, they stopped outside her room, and Korra listened, with interest, to the conversation, taking place without.

"And you've contacted the White Lotus?"

It was the voice, the person she didn't recognize. Now that it was clearer, she could identify it as a woman, by the sound of things, a much older woman. Korra smiled. She didn't know whom the voice belonged to, but it made her happy. It sounded nice.

"Yes," that was her father's voice. She'd know his gruff, but loving tones anywhere. "They're spread thin but they say they'll send a team out to investigate as soon as possible."

The older woman laughed. "I imagine it will be quite a shock. Now then, I think it's time I met the little one."

"Of course," her mother's voice this time. "She's right in here."

The door opened; letting the smell of freshly baked cookies waft in to the room, and revealing her mother and father, standing with an older woman, whose hair had gone white. It was done up in loops, and a bun, and her wrinkled face was smiling and warm, setting the young girl at ease immediately.

She watched curiously, standing up, and hooking a finger in her mouth as the old woman shuffled in to the room, her parents following.

"Korra sweetie," her mother spoke softly. "This is Master Katara. She's very eager to meet you."

Korra frowned, unsure why this lady she's never met before would want to meet her so badly, but shrugged it off. Grown ups were weird after all, and this Katara person didn't seem threatening. In fact, she seemed like she could be fun. For a moment, the cogs in her little mind whirred like mad, before a genius brilliant idea struck her.

Jumping up and down in excitement, she rushed over and began tugging eagerly on Katara's pant leg. "I need to ask you something," she declared.

Katara looked somewhat surprised, but nonetheless turned her gaze more fully on the child. "What," she questioned the girl pleasantly, her heart already quickening with the direction this conversation was going in.

"Come closer," Korra demanded with all the authority of a child wanting to be heard.

Katara knelt down on the ground, eye level with the child now.

"Closer," Korra instructed again.

Katara leaned in further, and Korra could smell the slight fishy odor coming from the elder's breath. "What is it?" Katara asked again.

Korra looked at her for a moment before her eyes and smile widened brightly, and declared, "Will you go penguin sledding with me?!"

Shocked beyond belief, Katara could feel the tears gathering in her eyes. Shakily, she wiped them away with a gloved hand. "Uh...sure," she answered, her voice full of barely contained emotion, disbelief all but freezing her in place. The last thing she had expected was to have a word for word, repeat of the first time she had ever met the girl's predecessor all those years ago.

For a moment, she was no longer in the igloo home of Tonraq and Senna, but floating out on an iceberg, in the middle of the ocean, her elder brother at her side. The child in front of her was not the young dark-skinned girl with a wolf tail and a potbelly, but a light skinned boy, arrow tattoos adorning his head, hands and feet.

She shook herself out of her musings, observing the child in front of her, which brought a smile to her face. There it was. The same goofy smile, the same boundless energy, the same childlike innocence, the same mischievous sparkle in the eyes. This was the reincarnation of her late husband, without a doubt.

Korra, getting impatient with the lack of action displayed by the adults, decided to take matters in to her own hands. Grabbing Katara's hand she began dragging her out of the room. "Come on," she spoke eagerly. "You have to meet Naga! She loves penguin sledding!"
"Naga?" the old woman questioned with a smile.

Korra looked up at her. "My polarbear dog! She's great! You'll love her!"

Tonraq and Senna exchanged loving glances, as they watched the two interact.

"They really seem to be connecting," Tonraq observed.

"They sure do," Senna agreed, gripping her husband's arm and laying her head on it.

Moving to the door, they watched as Korra dragged Katara off towards the otterpenguin colony, an excited Naga, yipping and jumping and running all in circles around the duo.

Briefly, Korra's voice could be heard on the wind as she charged forward with Naga, yelling, "Avatar state! Yip yip!"

Tonraq and Senna shared a laugh. They looked in to each other's eyes for some time, the atmosphere shifting.

"So," Tonraq spoke, voice low and husky. He grinned at his wife. "While those two are off connecting, we've got the house to ourselves."

Senna smiled back at him, and answered in a similar tone, "We sure do." She rubbed little circles on his chest with her index finger.

"What say you and I do some..."connecting" of our own?" He leaned in, nibbling and his wife's earlobe, causing her to giggle.

She pulled him inside, slamming the door with gusto and pushing him up against it, fixing him with a predatory gaze. "Sounds perfect."