Empress Of The Old World {Legend Of Korra}

Peace

The music was slow and filled Sukara's ears as she rested her head on Kuvira's shoulder. With their arms round each other, they swayed to the music slow dancing in the middle their friends dancing around them.

They had had an interesting time leading up to this moment, from meeting as enemies, to Vaatu, to breaking up and getting back together, to adopting their daughter. Sukara couldn't think of a moment where she had been happier, where they had been more at peace together. She enjoyed the calmness of their relationship now, having their only problems being toddler tantrums seemed like a blessing after the life she had had.

With her eyes closed, Sukara held on tight to her wife, just enjoying the moment.

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Voya was being entertained by Hata while her parents had their moment. They were sitting at a table as Hata was old and needed a place to rest while trying to keep up with the excited three year old.

"Like this?" Voya asked as she drew on the napkin with a piece of charcoal that Hata had given her.

"Yep, and another swirl here," Hata said, pointing to the symbol she was drawing, "you're very good at this."

Voya smiled and stuck her tongue between her teeth to help her concentrate on her next drawing. Hata was showing her the symbols of each nation, telling her what they meant.

The song finished and Kuvira and Sukara came off of the dance floor and over to Hata and Voya.

"Those are nice," Sukara smiled as she glanced over at the napkin.

When Voya moved her hand, Sukara was hit with a sucker punch of dread.

"Oh, the air nomads don't use that anymore," she said, a little panicked as she grabbed a piece of charcoal from the table and another napkin, "they use this one."

"But that's the one from the books," Hata said, frowning at her.

"Yeah, there's a reason they changed it Hata," Sukara told her, igniting the napkin, turning it to ash before crouching down to speak to her daughter, "so like this one, yeah?"

Voya nodded, seeming happy enough to practice drawing the new symbol she had been shown.

"Anyway, Hata how have you been?" Sukara asked, pulling out a chair to sit down.

"I've been good, very good," she smiled, taking Kuvira's hand in one hand and pinching Sukara's cheek with the other, "you two look beautiful by the way."

"Thank you," Kuvira blushed, giving Hata's hand a squeeze.

"We should talk more," Hata said, looking up at Kuvira, "the wife of the Empress is someone very special. I can't imagine how happy my father would be to know I'm a close friend of her majesty."

"The Empress of the Old World and the Great Uniter," Kuvira chuckled a little as she thought about it.

"They never actually called her that," Hata told her, letting go of them both.

"Really?"

"You think that at the time, we called our present the old world," Sukara chuckled, looking up at her.

"What did they call you then?" Kuvira asked, brushing her thumb lightly across the top of her wife's cheek.

"Sukara, Empress of the five nations," Hata said, proudly reciting them, "protector of the Empire, stronghold of tradition and pioneer of the future."

"Wow," Kuvira nodded with a smirk, "does it get more pretentious than that? That's a real question, was there anyone more pretentious than you?"

"Well, Great Uniter was pretty presumptuous," Sukara shrugged, taking the hand from her face and holding it in hers, "did you actually unite anything?"

"All but one province," Kuvira said, teasing her, "and I didn't call myself that, it was given to me by the people. Who gave you your titles?"

Sukara just rolled her eyes as she tried not to laugh to give her the satisfaction.

"See," Kuvira smirked, pulling Sukara's face back to look at her as she leant down so that they were nose to nose, "pretentious."