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Bolin had spent the last three hours trying not to be trampled by last minute Christmas shoppers just so he could get a small and overly priced box of gingerbread, some candy, and frosting. If it had gone on any longer he'd just assume quit with the whole 'holiday spirit' business and just nap by the fireplace with Korra, but she was adamant on spending some time together doing something. After the failure to make Christmas cookies and properly set up a Christmas tree the concept of making a gingerbread house seemed incredibly easy. Something that they couldn't possibly screw up. They had to get at least one holiday thing done without it bursting into flames. 

He hadn't really been counting on her remembering—not with everything on her plate as of late—and she had only been back for a few weeks, anyway. Still, that didn't stop his childish excitement on the morning of his birthday. Some things never changed, and Tahno loved any reason to celebrate, any reason to drink from a bottle of aged wine and listen to the songs of Republic City and live the finest life that could've been.

He stirred lightly under her touch, for she wasn't quite as stealthy as he, and her fingers dusted across his forehead, tickling the skin, and with (false) reluctance, his eyes fluttered open.

Spirits, wasn't she a sight to behold in the morning. Twenty four years, and he had only spent months with her, and had even fewer counts of waking up beside her in leisure. A soft, sleep-stiff smile drew across his lips.

"Rise and shine?" He hummed, brows lifting with the question, because it was so incredibly rare for her to wake up early, and he debated whether or not to let the question on his tongue spill from his lips

{ It's a special day, Uh-vatar }

"Happy birthday, pretty boy." 

He pressed his lips together, supressing a wide, foolish grin, and snaked his arms around her body, pulling her close enough to kiss. 

Bumi, unaccustomed to not having assigned duties aboard an active vessel, wandered aimlessly throughout the ship, questioning yet again whether his airbending training had been a boon or a curse in his fight with Ghazan.

The former commander found himself in the hallway of private suites meant for the officers of the ship. One of these rooms was his... the third on the right... or was it the left? He opened the door to what he hoped was his room, and found Korra sitting up in her bed, with a hollow stare directed through the porthole to the terrain drifting slowly beneath them.

It wasn't so much the wounds that Korra had received that caught Bumi's immediate attention, but rather the stillness in the usually vibrant young woman. Even though the sound of him opening the door was by no means quiet, she hadn't responded to it.

She may have been in the room, but she was miles away.

Bumi entered the room and pulled up a nearby chair towards the foot of Korra's bed.

"Hey, kiddo," he began, unsure of how to start, "Kya said that you're on the mend. She's pretty good with the healing stuff and all..." he trailed off a bit, and decided to ask straight out. "How're you feeling, though?"

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them.

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

                    For Tahno, age seven

Congratulations, you're a bender. Exciting, isn't it?

Don't pay any attention to Mother dearest—she'll never come around. The best that you could do for yourself is stay out far past your bed time with a glass of water from the kitchen. If you're quiet, she'll hardly notice. I'm sure she cares, somewhere inside. Perhaps you'll find a sliver of humanity in her one day. 

Bending is extraordinary—and you shouldn't worry. You'll be the best one day. 

Keep pushing yourself. You'll push yourself to the top.