the cool quiet air brushes politely through her hair , as if asking permission , and the movement brings her comfort . the stars glisten down on them , but , as they're nothing akin to the sun , she's thankful for her long sleeves and layers . that is , until she notices her dear friend , sleeveless , and she worries she'll grow increasingly more uncomfortable the longer they're out here . . . but she doesn't want to give this moment up . not yet . she's so comfortable in korra's presence ; she finally feels at peace .
a silent moment passes but there's no hesitancy when it comes to removing her outer garb and placing it gently atop her friend's shoulders , and before she can deny her , she defends herself , β come on , aren't you cold ? β she stifles a giggle , raising her hand above her lips , careful not to smear her lipstick , and smiles , β i wanted to stay out here for awhile longer . what do you think ? β
. @decursus .
