#thread; clara

THE late afternoon sunlight seemed to glow everywhere it hit. Spirits roamed freely through the grass and trees of the park, soaking up the warmth after days of rain. Bolin hovered around a bridge, which he’d set up as his meeting point with Clara. That afternoon marked the beginning of her training and he was a bit more than nervous. He’d never been an instructor before, unless you counted Korra when she first started pro-bending, but she turned into the master shortly after a few lessons. He picked at the dirt stuck under his nails and flung the pieces into the water while he waited.