In the aftermath of Jinora’s ceremony Korra felt hollow, she knew that she should, at the very least, make the effort to appear happy for Tenzin’s daughter, but she just… couldn’t. If she was being honest, she couldn’t bring herself to care about much anymore. Having been wheeled to a gazebo on Air Temple Island by Asami, Korra was currently sitting in her wheelchair watching the sunset over the water. Asami had mentioned that she was going to get some tea for them and had asked Korra what type she would like; Korra had only quietly muttered “Jasmine”.
As she watched the sun dip lower and lower beyond the horizon, Korra was consumed by a myriad of thoughts.
None of them understand what it’s like, not really. She recalled her dad’s comments
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When she said “anything”… did she mean it? Of course, why would she not have meant it, I mean she has always been so sincere and kind. Korra realized with a sudden clarity that her previous thought was incorrect; someone did understand her situation and suffering – it was Asami.
How could I have been so blind to the obvious? Korra thought. Just as this thought was completed, she heard footsteps approaching from behind her. Asami came around on her right side and set the tea she was carrying on a tray on the railing of the gazebo directly in front of Korra. The Avatar allowed her eyes to take in her best friend in the glow of the falling sun; its orange and pink hue gave her friend an almost ethereal glow as she turned around to face her. Oh… Asami you’re… with the sunset... Korra thought, for some reason her mind not being able to complete her trail of thoughts.
Korra was brought out of her jumbled thoughts concerning her best friend’s beauty by a chime of soft
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If Tenzin, Jinora, and the other airbenders manage to do half of what I think they’ll be able to do, then what relevance do I have anymore? A whole nation of airbenders will be able to cover more ground than I ever could and prevent more problems too. Asami, what’s my relevance if, in eighteen years, I couldn’t bring balance to nations, and nearly died twice trying to do so and now, a whole nation has vowed to ‘bring harmony to the world?’” Korra finished her small rant with an exhausted sigh and looked out again over the water, her thoughts going off to wander again.
Asami approached the wheelchair and knelt down on her knees in front of Korra, taking both her dark hands in her paler ones. Asami gently moved her thumbs back and forth over Korra’s knuckles as she began to speak in a quietly gentle voice.
“Korra, first of all you are not useless, I know you probably don’t believe me, but it’s true. What you went through would’ve killed most people, but you didn’t die Korra, you survived. You saved a whole nation of people from extinction, that’s hardly what I would call ‘useless’.” Korra’s dulled gaze made Asami stand up and take Korra’s right cheek in her left hand. Asami continued talking as her fingers soothingly moved over Korra’s skin, Asami noticed a faint spark of life in Korra’s dead eyes as her brain began to register Asami’s words and
By deliberately trying to hurt her mother's feelings, Asha is showing her inconsiderate personality. The fact that she is yelling at her mother, even though her mother is only speaking for Asha's benefit proves that she speaks irrationally and is very immature. Asha's behaviour speaks volumes. Evidently, she is very inexperienced and it is obvious in this point of the novel that some major event must occur in order for her to construct a more appropri...
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We were now at the bus stop. The sun had replenished and the sky full of glee. There was trail next to the bus stop, she started walking through it. The trees intertwined like arches and the shadows created an ominous feeling. As she walked through the forest, her whole body had a calm aura.
...rwhelmed by her emotions, Queen Amata cannot fully comprehend the situation she is in and acts based on her emotions. This is the true price of being caught up in passion.
At first she sees these beautiful words, kinda like how at first in her relationship with Steve it was all great; it seemed so perfect and beautiful. When she buys a word it's like she is entranced by the idea of it; like she is entranced by the idea of getting married. In the story she says “they were beautiful on their own and they were beautiful all together”(pg 95). In this she seems to be so over come on how wonderful these words seamed and like when she was craving the mango she couldn’t think of anything else. When it gets to the liquid she notece that there is something not right, but she wanted to believe it was still ok. “I went over to LAKE and held that and it had litter ferns floating ... It was next to OCEAN which looked more or less exactly like LAKE. (pg 98)” At this time she was getting suspicious, but still hoping and holding on to the idea of how wonderful it is. This is kinda how when she mentioned that they had there rocky times where they would fite, but then got over it and stayed together because she still had hope that it would work. She was less in love with him more in love with the idea of the relationship. When she got to the gasses part of the tour she new for sure something was wrong and wanted to get out of it. This was the end of
In the essay Island Civilization: A Vision for Human Occupancy of Earth , Robert Frazier Nash discusses the past and present human impact on the environment and offers solutions for the distant fourth millennium.
One day, Chiharu Shiota had a phone call from her mother, where she had the information that her father had passed away. She knew it ...
“I have done what I was destined to do, I have become an Alicorn.” Luna looks around the room and notices Star Swirl’s cloak on the ground with a baby Alicorn wrapped in it. She sees Chrysalis shivering in fear of Sombra.
opposite of what she really feels. She says, "Sir, I love you more than word
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The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.