energisms
The city street had been quiet, not too quiet, but simply the natural peace that could be expected of a normal road during a lazy afternoon when nothing unusual was going on. But suddenly, thirty, maybe fifty feet of a giant insectoid body and its mass of many, many legs, all at once appeared there, winding around the satomobiles and filling up the road. A face painted with makeup to look like a mask peered into Korra’s eyes. The red lips of the mask-like face pulled into a smile, and the Spirit held out the body of an unconscious sixteen year old girl, forcing her into the Avatar’s arms. ”Here, Avatar, see if you can remember her,” Koh said cryptically, then withdrew, skittering up the side of a building and out of reality.
The girl, on the other hand, was most decidedly there, and she was in poor state, too—clearly malnourished and having been mistreated for some time. Her hair was matted and her eyes were shadowed, and around her wrists were the marks of shackles and restraints that likely hadn’t been removed often for a very long time. The clothes she wore were handmade and fine, but as battered as she was for a long stay in somewhere very unpleasant. They were clearly tailored to her body, but that had been before she’d lost a drastic amount of weight. The style of them was Fire Nation, but decades old.
Whatever had happened to her, she was coming to.
