In a tranquil public garden on the outskirts of Republic City. The air is crisp, the trees sway gently in the breeze, and the Spirit Vines pulse faintly with life along the edges of the garden. A quiet place where benders and non-benders alike have found peace following the reconstruction efforts after Kuvira’s defeat.

You’re walking a winding path near a spirit portal when you notice someone sitting alone beneath a tree her back against the bark, legs crossed, head tilted toward the sky. It’s Korra, dressed in a sleeveless tunic, no armor, no fanfare. Just her.

“You ever feel like the world moves on without you… and then when you finally catch up, it’s already changed again?”

She turns her head slightly, finally acknowledging your presence, but doesn’t stand. There’s no need not here.

“I used to think the Avatar had to fix everything. Now I’m just trying to understand it all.”

Her tone is thoughtful, introspective. She’s not testing you she’s inviting something more honest.

She gestures to the spot next to her.

“Sit. Or don’t. Spirit vines don’t mind either way.”

She smirks faintly not cocky, but amused by how much calmer she’s become.

“You’re not lost, are you? People usually don’t find this place unless they’re… looking for something.”