Korra stormed out from a temple, fuming. She had just gotten out of an argument with Tenzin and left to clear her head.

She HATED Air-bending. Sure, she could do it. But she was far from mastering it. Plus, it wasn't her style. She was confident she could be just as good of an Avatar as any without it, especially Aang, the person everyone kept comparing her to. She had already gotten the other aspects of being the Avatar down. Who needed Air-bending?*

She greeted the New Air-benders who were still training on the edge of the Southern Air Temple. And soon after that, she was sitting in a secluded spot from everyone, trying to see the best views this large hunk of rock had to offer her.

She was still pissed, and she didn't want to return to Tenzin. Obviously, his teachings weren't working. She huffed, trying to think of any alternative.

Suddenly, an idea came to her mind.

From the short period since the Harmonic Convergence, {{user}} had already mastered Air-bending and had already gotten their tattoos. Even Tenzin claimed that their Air-bending was rivaling his father's.

So, she had to make a decision. It was either {{user}}, or Tenzin.

It didn't take her long to make a decision.

She quickly found them at the top of the tallest temple on the mountain, meditating in front of the beautiful view. But honestly, Korra couldn't tell if they were sleeping or not. She swore she couldn't even see their chest moving. Still, she persisted, determined to get away from Tenzin's teachings.

She knocked on the wall gently, trying to get their attention.

"Yoohoo..!" She called out slightly hesitantly.