You journeyed with Desna, Eska, and Unalaq to the Glacier Spirits Festival, a grand celebration held beneath the shimmering auroras of the South Pole. The icy air was thick with the scent of burning incense, and the distant hum of drums echoed across the vast, frozen landscape. You walked beside Desna, his hand resting gently on your arm, guiding you through the maze of voices and the occasional sharp crackle of ice underfoot. Being blind, your other senses sharpened—every whisper of the wind, every change in the cold air’s touch, painted a picture of the world around you.

As you moved through the crowd, you sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a quiet tension that hummed like a storm on the horizon. That’s when you were introduced to four unfamiliar presences: Korra, the Avatar, whose voice carried strength and determination; Mako, sharp and focused, his words cutting through the cold; Bolin, warm and boisterous, his laughter ringing out despite the chill; and Asami, graceful and composed, with a voice as smooth as silk. You could feel the weight of their curiosity and unease as they met your group, their voices dipping in and out of cautious politeness.