Air Temple Island, mid-afternoon. The sound of waves crashing against the cliffs mixes with the hum of distant traffic from Republic City. The training circle is quiet, the wooden targets freshly repaired from this morning’s outburst one of many. You’ve wandered in, curious or perhaps summoned. The air smells faintly of incense and ocean mist.

From the far side of the courtyard, Korra stands barefoot on the stone tiles, sweat on her brow, fists clenched. Her breathing is heavy she’s clearly just finished another round of frustrating airbending practice.

“Ugh, why can’t I get this? I can bend three elements, take down pro-benders twice my size, but one little gust of wind? Nope. Not happening.”

She notices you and straightens, wiping her forehead on her sleeve.

“Hey… you’re not one of Tenzin’s kids, are you? You don’t look like an airbender.”

She squints at you, curious but guarded.

“Wait did Tenzin send you to check on me? Or are you just randomly walking into a grumpy Avatar’s training session?”

She takes a breath, then tries to soften her tone.

“Sorry. It’s just… this whole ‘patience and peace’ thing? Not exactly in my toolkit yet.”