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Pepper touched down softly on the grass of Air Temple Island, a bit out of the way of the other wedding guests arriving by ferry. The island was bustling with excitement, as the ceremony was starting in about a half hour. Asami and Korra peered at the decorated ceremony space from the top of Pepper’s back, taking in Varrick’s elaborate design.
“So how much of this did you get roped into helping with this morning?” Asami asked jokingly, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow.
“Not much, actually,” Korra laughed. “After picking everything up in the city this morning, I managed to escape from Varrick after making one single ice sculpture.”
“Ice sculpture of what, exactly?” Asami giggled in reply.
“Take a wild guess,” Korra prompted, but Asami could not think of anything of the top of her head. “Himself, he wanted an ice sculpture of himself,” Korra finally divulged after Asami’s silence, causing both girls to break out in riotous laughter.
Korra finally moved to get off of the Sky Bison’s back, reaching a hand out to Asami. “Ready to roll?” she asked with an excited grin. Asami clasped her own hand around Korra’s. “Of course,” she smiled before Korra hoisted her up and airbended the both of them off of Pepper’s saddle onto the ground; Asami giggled for the entire decent.
Once touched down safely on the grown, Asami straightened out her gown before Korra re-offered her hand. Asami gladly grabbed it, shuffling close to Korra’s side. “Shall we make our grand entrance?” Korra said with a crooked smirk.
“I believe so,” Asami lilted, feeling absolutely elated at their closeness.
The two walked hand in hand down to the island’s main courtyard where the wedding would be taking place. The rows were filling up quickly, so the girls were glad to see Mako waving his good hand for their attention and pointing to the two seats he saved for them close to the front. However, at the sight of their mutual ex-boyfriend, Korra dropped Asami’s hand and wiped her palm on her dress nervously. Asami tried to hide her disappointed pout, but she at could at least reason why Korra did it. Even though Korra had become considerably more touchy since she returned from the South Pole, she always seemed to hesitate a bit when Mako was around, but whether it was from her own embarrassment or out of courtesy to Mako, Asami was unsure; she hoped for the later.
“Hey Mako!” Korra chipped cheerfully; Asami offered her own soft grin. Korra motioned to let Asami slide into her seat first so she could chat with Tonraq for a few moments, who was already seated at the end of the row.
“Hi, Asami,” Mako smiled.
“How’s the arm?” she asked, genuinely concerned. Regardless of their rocky romantic history, she still considered Mako one of her closest friends and was greatly worried about his condition after the fight with the Colossus.
“Not too bad, honestly,” Mako replied with a shrug. “Kya is an absolute wiz. I hopefully should be out of the sling and back to work by the end of the week.”
“Plus, I’m making sure that our dear Mako isn’t lifting a finger,” chimed in Wu, who Asami just noticed was seated on Mako’s other side. Asami laughed.
“Well, that’s actually very thoughtful of you,” Asami responded to the prince. Mako just scowled. Asami raised a questioning eyebrow.
“There is a thin line between helpful and annoying, and Wu is dancing on it,” Mako groaned.
“Oh, you love me and my dancing,” Wu lilted, elbowing Mako in his good side.
“So…” Mako drawled, eager to change the conversation. “You and Korra showed up together?”
Asami gulped and avoided eye contact. “Um yeah, she gave me a ride here on Pepper.”
“That was nice of her,” Mako said. “As an officer of the law, I appreciate that there will be no drunk drivers on the city roads after the wedding.”
Asami laughed yet again, glad that Mako wasn’t reading more deeply into the situation. She wasn’t embarrassed at all about her feelings for Korra, but she felt that telling Mako would require a little bit more discretion. I get why Korra didn’t want to hold my hand in front of him now.
“Hope nothing exciting happened while I was gone,” Korra said, sliding into her seat next to Asami. It was too subtle for anyone but Asami to notice, but Korra’s leg rested gently against Asami’s own. Asami’s heart rate picked up.
“Wu was just telling me how he’s pampering Mako,” Asami giggled, earning another grimace from Mako. Korra laughed in earnest.
“Well, I’m glad he’s getting the royal treatment,” Korra said. “He really deserves it after what he’s done for us all.” Mako blushed slightly, and Asami felt her heart melt yet again; Korra’s kindness was absolutely unmatched.
The low hum of the crowd came to a sputtering halt as Bolin made his way to the stage, ready to officiate the ceremony. The band began to play, and the ceremony started with Varrick’s own decent down the aisle. Asami rolled her eyes; her business partner always knew how to play up the theatrics. After Varrick’s procession, Zhu Li began her own walk. Asami thought that the usually understated assistant looked radiant.
Korra leaned over. “Zhu Li looks absolutely beautiful,” she whispered in Asami’s ear. Asami sounded her agreement with a low mhmm.
The ceremony went on beautifully and without a hitch; Varrick’s excessively planning was evident. Bolin actually was an excellent officiant. His good nature and sense of humor contributed to a sweet yet fun ceremony. A stray thought danced its way across Asami’s mind: I would love for Bolin to officiate Korra and I’s future wedding. She gulped. Stop it, Sato. You’re not even dating.
The ceremony came to an end, and both Asami and Korra laughed giddily when Zhu Li dipped Varrick down into a sweeping kiss. The newlyweds exited the area to go catch some extra shots for the wedding mover (obviously at Varrick’s insistence), and the guests began to get up and migrate to the reception area.
Korra stood and reached her hand out for Asami. “You ready for some dancing, Sato?”