[ this looks bad; korra is acutely aware of just how bad this looks. at her side, shoulders pressing to her ankles, is naga, whimpering and licking her paws like she's trying to figure out what exactly went wrong, not having the sentience that grants her the ability to realize it wasn't her body that betrayed her.
and then there's korra, standing there in an attack pose, breathing quick and shallow, sweat at her hairline. for some time now, some of the fairies have been nervous around naga but most of them know her for the sweetheart she is, so the confusion that rushes through parts of the crowd is heavy enough to be felt even by korra, someone so dense to other people's feelings that a brick wall would probably be a better conversation partner for airing out emotions.
she fixes amon with a hard glare, slowly lowering her stance and resting a hand on naga's shoulders as she continues to whimper. ]
i love him so much already
and then there's korra, standing there in an attack pose, breathing quick and shallow, sweat at her hairline. for some time now, some of the fairies have been nervous around naga but most of them know her for the sweetheart she is, so the confusion that rushes through parts of the crowd is heavy enough to be felt even by korra, someone so dense to other people's feelings that a brick wall would probably be a better conversation partner for airing out emotions.
she fixes amon with a hard glare, slowly lowering her stance and resting a hand on naga's shoulders as she continues to whimper. ]
Then maybe you should watch where you're going.