( focus on it, right. it's - less hard than it is strange. the standards of their world set every bender into one of four different categories, and they get more specific and detailed from there, but that's just how it is. four. four elements, four directions, four seasons, four bending styles. for as expanded as her mind is in terms of spirituality and the cosmic dust of the universe, trying to widen that box is. something she's never really had to do before. water healing, sure, metal bending, yes. but they're still off brands of the same four definitions.
you can't just pull a new element out of thin air.
and, if she really thinks about it, really digs, the sun is - a lover, still, a friendly face. it's less the sun and more the beams, though, the warm dappling of sunlight soaking into her skin like a recharged battery. there's something there. akin to fire, but fluid like water, but structured like earth, but - well, actually not at all like air, but that's fine by korra. there's a little taste of everything there, it's just hard to put a name to it.
physically, she gets fidgeting. she hates meditating, and writhing around helps her feel closer to wrapping her fingers around that stark something sitting in the back of her mind. her eyes are still closed, so when a small ball of light curves around the palm of her hand and forms a perfect sphere like fog caught in a bubble, controlled enough that the light doesn't escape from the windows between her fingers, she doesn't even notice. she's still reaching. c'mon. almost got it. )
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you can't just pull a new element out of thin air.
and, if she really thinks about it, really digs, the sun is - a lover, still, a friendly face. it's less the sun and more the beams, though, the warm dappling of sunlight soaking into her skin like a recharged battery. there's something there. akin to fire, but fluid like water, but structured like earth, but - well, actually not at all like air, but that's fine by korra. there's a little taste of everything there, it's just hard to put a name to it.
physically, she gets fidgeting. she hates meditating, and writhing around helps her feel closer to wrapping her fingers around that stark something sitting in the back of her mind. her eyes are still closed, so when a small ball of light curves around the palm of her hand and forms a perfect sphere like fog caught in a bubble, controlled enough that the light doesn't escape from the windows between her fingers, she doesn't even notice. she's still reaching. c'mon. almost got it. )