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Lin had already employed her second cable before leaping in front of Jinora, the first cable used to swing in front of the attacker. She used the second cable to snake around the man’s weapon and yank it away before punching him squarely, his body falling back heavily. Only with this momentary break did she turn back to make Jinora was still safe.

“Who says I’m jealous?!” Meelo shrieked before composing himself, obviously wouldn’t be able to walk back what he said.

“I’m fine, Jinora, thanks for asking!” He tried to wave her off but she was already all over him with her concern. “This puzzle here isn’t gonna complete itself!”

 Later, when it comes time to dance, she’s sitting at a table dejectedly as she watches the other couples dance.

She suddenly hears someone walking towards her, so she looks up and sees Kai, smiling at her. Her face lights up, and she immediately jumps up to hug him, "Kai! I thought my dad said you couldn't come?" She asked as she let go of the hug. "He did, but   we eventually made a compromise."  Kai replied with a growing smile. "Wow, I can't believe you convinced him!" Jinora exclaimed.           

“Me either.” Kai said, then offered his hand with a light blush, “So, may I have this dance?” Jinora blushed herself, then took his hand as the headed to the dance floor.          

This is really cute. Tbh I have a thing for dance trope kainora so yeeeeee. <:3

Korra can feel her presence before she can even see her. Cerulean eyes shoot open, and head tilts to the sky to see a lithe figure make its way towards her. The Avatar smiles, eyes bright with the prospect of seeing a friend again. She stands, and by the time the airbending master lands, she has her arms out in welcome.

Unbeknownst to her, this was not her home. It was, in fact, a city far, far away from where she lived, perhaps another universe away. It was, for a start, very different from Republic City, much smaller and more austere. Or at least it would be, if it weren’t for the white-haired spirit who oversaw it, especially during the winter...

In fact, said spirit was actually watching the strangely-dressed girl right now, from a nearby rooftop. A light snow, his doing, was currently falling from the sky, dusting the streets with a fine white powder. But maybe he could have a little fun with this newcomer...

It had been months since Jinora had seen Kai. He’d been sent out with a large troop from the United Forces, led by General Iroh, that was tasked with liberating all of the camps Kuvira had established in the former Earth Empire. Uncle Bumi and Opal had gone as well, taking Bolin with them. Her father got regular dispatches detailing their progress, but it wasn’t like she had time to worry about it anyhow. The airbenders left on Air Temple Island had their own work cut out for them, helping the earthbenders who were slowly bringing down the buildings too damaged to repair, passing out basic supplies to the residents left homeless, that sort of thing. Jinora herself was helping Korra work through what her father liked to call “the little spirit issue,” which wasn’t so little and was more of a problem than an issue, that’s for sure. The spirits were pretty worked up about the new spirit portal; some of them wanted it shut down immediately while others were having a grand old time inundating Republic City, causing a lot of headaches, quite frankly. Headaches that she was supposed to be resolving, in fact.

So it wasn’t that she didn’t miss Kai. It’s just that she barely had any time to spend thinking about him. They’d exchanged a few letters, but his were infrequent and she couldn’t think of an interesting or amusing way to detail the hours of negotiation that would come to nothing when a spirit took offense at something Korra said and flew off in a huff. She loved Korra, she did, but Korra was about as diplomatic as a komodo rhino. Which was to say, not at all.

She was trying to write up one of the endlessly boring reports that President Raiko demanded on a regular basis when Ikki popped her head into her room. “Hey. You have a minute?”

“Not really, no.” Jinora sighed. She was trying not to be resentful of Ikki. Just yesterday she’d dealt with the very irritable and very large celery-looking spirit that Jinora had spent two weeks negotiating with by challenging it to a race and winning, sending it back to the spirit world for good as the penalty for losing. It was just so…Ikki…of her. Jinora loved her sister, but there were times when she’d like nothing more than to kick her in the seat of her pants.

“Oh, I think you’ll want to take a minute.”

Jinora sighed again. When Ikki got like this there was no point in trying to get around her; she’d just persist until she wore you down. “Fine. A minute. But only a minute, okay? I really have to get this finished.”

Ikki grinned her victory. “Okay, close your eyes.”

“Ikki!”

“Just humor me, okay? Come on, do it.”

“Fine,” Jinora tried not to clench her teeth. She closed her eyes. And waited. And waited some more. “Ikki? Are you there? This isn’t funny, I’m busy. Can I open my eyes yet?”