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Korra looked at Asami. The green light around them flickered, giving Asami's familiar face different shadows, creating an otherworldly and eerie look, her eyes seeming full of hidden depths. Then Korra felt warmth from Asami's gripping her fingers, rough engineering calluses wearing gently against her own palms. The spell broke: this was Asami, who could race and beat the best drivers on the track and then turn around and steer through tricky diplomacy as the most elegant lady at a ball. She grinned hugely, unable to suppress her joy. She was here with Asami, ready to begin their journey together.