In the absence of her king, she had faltered. What is a soldier without a commander? Korra understood now that she might have done more good, staying in the same place instead of giving in to her restless ways. On numerous past occasions, the garron herself had preached loyalty of the herd, the importance of protecting it's members from the dangers that lurked all around - Korra squirmed slightly at the thought now, knowing how hollow that must look in the light of her latest escapades. She was fairly certain that Lena would not hold it against her, the russet femme was one of the only Basiners that she respected, and she hoped the feeling would be mutual still. Hazel gaze drifted to the canine again, now with a name to go with the effervescent attitude. Imogen. A curt nod was given, about all the manners the mercenary ever displayed, and her attention turned swiftly back to her old friend.
It was not the cold climate that had scared her off; the frost and cold of the Basin suited the hardy creature quite well, built for the mountains and the hollow winters that existed there. Even as the wind howled past the two figures in this moment, Korra merely flicked her tail, sheltered well by her thick fur. As a matter of fact, the Basin was probably a lot more her thing than their old home within the Edge; yet that didn't stop the barbarian from feeling bitter at the thought of wars lost. Truth be told, nothing could probably ever tie her down to the same place; she would remain a wandering spirit, probably up until and past the point where her physical form would turn to dust. Yet when Lena inquired to her intentions regarding her old home, Korra felt not a shed of doubt in her heart. The shaggy warrioress had to return, to see to the state of things, maybe even discover the return of her long lost leader. When she looked upong the russet dove, her crooked smirk had returned to her rough features, voice slipping hoarsely across chapped kissers. "Home?" She paused, realizing that that was exaxctly what it was. Then, she nodded. "Aye, I would like nothing more."
thrilling to think, poor child of sin
- it was the dead who groaned within
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