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Date & Time: 1/6, late morning
Location: Galadriel's house
Characters: Korra, Galadriel, Celeborn, Celebrian
Summary: A hiccup in the lesson plan, and meeting her trainer's family
Warnings: Mentions of post trauma and nightmares

With all the moving and exploring that's been happening since most of the Transports vacated the moon base, Korra's completely neglected the medical training she started with Galadriel before. Time to change that, she thinks. At least she isn't the only one who's been distracted by this snowier, unfamiliar Exsilium.

There's things she can actually do in this wintery landscape--a lot more than could on the moon base--but that doesn't mean she can't still learn and help while she's here. With that in mind, Korra sets out for Galadriel's home.

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"So what did you want us to go over today?" Korra drops into her usual cross-legged position, settling comfortably on the floor. She's a little curious to see if the move has changed a few things in Galadriel's plans--new environment, new methods and plants to look at, yada yada.

As she's thinking, she stifles a yawn and rubs at her eyes.

"I thought," Galadriel begins, casually joining Korra on the floor, "given our present circumstances, it might be wise to discuss the treatment of injuries stemming from exposure to cold."

"Oh! Yeah, that would be a good idea," Korra says, sitting up a little straighter. She'd noticed from day one that many of the Transports were unused to the snow. She has no doubt they'll have a few people getting mild frostbite or other similar injuries before the first two months are over.

"I know how to prevent getting frostbite, but I should learn how to treat it, too." Korra's gaze slides to the side, avoiding Galadriel's. It's essential that she learn how to treat it normally, now that she can't use waterbending to heal victims of the snow anymore.

"Precisely. I have no doubt it will be needed before long." Galadriel notices Korra avoiding her gaze, but she won't press. Part of being a healer is knowing when to tend to wounds and when to let them be."

"Does that mean you've had to treat injuries like this a lot before?"

Now that Galadriel's daughter has said a few things that piqued Korra's interest, the curiosity is hard to ignore. The lessons before this had been introductory, and Korra hadn't even thought about asking about Galadriel's home world. Time to change that.

"When I was young," her answer comes slowly, as though she's picking her words with great care, "I was one of several who lead my people across a frozen wasteland. Many perished from the cold and nearly all who survived suffered some form of exposure." Now it's her turn to glance away. It's been thousands of years, but the memory is still painful.

"I'm sorry. That sounds awful."

Korra isn't oblivious enough to miss that change in her trainer. Several things jump out at her--my people, for one--but with Celebrian's comments about elves' long life spans fresh in her mind, Korra can't help but wonder how long ago this was.

Your daughter...said that elves live a long time," Korra starts somewhat timidly. She'd meant to ask about her trainer's age already, but she's not so sure it's a good idea when Galadriel's wearing an expression like that.

"It was long ago." The change is fleeting- it was a glimpse, just a glimpse, into the depths of a very deep lake; the calm, still surface returns soon enough.

Already, the hints of a smile return with Korra's unspoken question. "Unless we are slain or fade from grief, we will live until the unmaking of our world."

Korra tries not to wrinkle her nose at the reply. That sounds more like riddles than an answer, and she mulls it over for a second.

"We live until..." she stops abruptly, eyes widening. "Wait...you mean. You're immortal? How long ago was that trip across the frozen land for you?"

"It was..." She has to pause to do some math in her head, eventually she just gives up. "Some seven thousand years ago, I should think, or close enough to make little difference."

"Seven thousand years." It's a good thing she's already sitting on the ground or she'd have wobbled a little at those figures.

"How do you remember everything if you've seen that much?"

It would be a lie to say that Galadriel wasn't a little amused at that reaction. She has grown to expect it, however. "That, my friend, is the blessing and curse of Elvish memory. We forget nothing."

Amused Galadriel might be, but Korra's just plain torn. "I'm not sure what to think," she confesses, shifting in place. "It sounds useful, being able to remember everything, but if you can't forget things, even if you want to..."

Her mouth clamps shut and an odd look passes over her face. "Let's just go back to the lesson," Korra eventually mutters, clumsily diverting her trainer's attention away from their original topic. Subtlety, not her strongest point.

"Of course." Galadriel is more than glad to let the topic go. The truth is that Korra hit the nail on the head; she was entirely serious when she said that it was both a blessing and a curse.

"So...frostbite?" Korra asks, trying not to sound too relieved. That had been unexpectedly tense, and it's a conversation that Korra doesn't think she's ready for yet. She may never be ready for it.

(ooc: a couple more tags and I can time skip?)

"Frostbite," she continues, as if there had been no interruption in the lesson, "is best left untreated until the victim is out of the conditions which caused it. As I am certain you can imagine, thawing the tissue only to have it freeze again does far more harm than good."

(ooc: works for me!)

Korra nods along, thinking that while she already knows some basics of frostbite, it couldn't hurt to keep listening. Just in case Galadriel has another way of handling it...

Her lack of sleep starts catching up with her then and what starts as a few lulls in her concentration becomes her dozing off for longer periods of time. When she finally drifts off, she falls straight into a confusing collection of dreams that have become familiar to her.

Suddenly, Amon is there, looming over her, his hand reaching for her face. Korra feels a spike of panic and tries to twist away--

Back with Galadriel, she's slumped over, face twisted into a pained expression as she trembles.

Galadriel almost lets her sleep. She debates on the matter for sometime before ultimately deciding against it; as much as Korra clearly needed rest, she wasn't going to get it from such a fitful sleep.

Cautiously, she reaches down and places her hand on Korra's shoulder.

"This is a nice place you guys found," Korra says as she sheds her jacket. While it's not blisteringly hot inside, it's warm enough compared to the make-do igloo she's been sleeping in for the last fortnight.

After wandering around and looking at things curiously for a couple minutes, Korra seems to remember her manners. "Oh, right. I'm Korra," she says, glancing uncertainly at the person next to her. "Galadriel's training me in medical stuff. Are you Galadriel's...friend?"

She might see a couple paintings around the house: her mothers garden, Rivendell and one of Celeborn. Each one done by Celebrían's loving hand. There's another that's not quite finished but covered by a sheet.

Bri's letting her hair loose after spending the day wandering, visiting Fili and Kili and getting a bit of shopping done. When Korra introduces herself, she smiles and inclines her head.

"Well me, Korra. I am Celebrían." She can't help but laugh softly after. "Galadriel is my mother."

"She is?" Korra doesn't even bother lowering her voice or hiding her shock. Once she manages to close her mouth, she points at Celebrian and at the doorway toward another room, where she assumes Galadriel might be.

"But--! She looks way too young. I mean, you guys look almost the same age!" It's then that she realises she doesn't actually know how old Galadriel is, but there's something extremely fishy going on here...

Bri tries to contain her laughter, she does, but it's hard. It's always funny to see how people react to learning that little fact. It's soft though, her laugh, and more amused than anything else.

"I assure you, she is my mother. Elves tend to live a very long time." Forever.

"Elves? Is that what you and Galadriel are?"

It's a term that Korra hasn't heard before, and she's intrigued. Hah, she'd known there was some kind of spiritual, unearthly feeling around Galadriel!

"And my father."

She nods towards Celeborn, whose hair was the same silver shade as her own. It's no surprise if Korra noticed something different about them. It's hard not to.

This time, Korra does look at them much more closely, though her scrutiny is neither rude nor accusing, simply curious. She gives up when she can't pinpoint the source of the different feeling.

"Does being an elf automatically make you graceful and elegant?" Her hand slaps over her mouth a second too late. "Uhh y-you don't have to answer that. Unless you want to."

She might be horrified she'd said that out loud, but, seriously. The parent and daughter trio have a certain air about them that sets them apart from everyone else Korra's met.

Korra! She's laughing again, made all the better by how quickly she tries to cover her mouth, how horrified she seems. But Celebrian's laugh is light and just genuinely humored rather than cruel, taking only a moment or two to subside.

"Perhaps not automatically but yes. I promise you, I was very clumsy and reckless as a child. I came home with my dresses torn and muddied more often than my parents could stand."

It probably didn't help that she was often running off and playing rough with some of the elflings at times or when her father didn't object to her wearing a dress while horseback riding.

That actually makes her feel a lot better. She'd already felt somewhat inadequate in front of Asami, but being in Celebrian and Galadriel's presence amplifies that feeling by several times. Being told Celebrian was just as reckless as Korra probably was in her childhood knocks away the barrier that had almost gone up between them.

Korra relaxes marginally. "At least you wore dresses," she says, joining Celebrian in her laughter. "I just wore...well, pretty much what I'm wearing now. It was a lot more comfortable when I was running around."

"My parents were Lord and Lady of Eregion and later Lothlorien, so I was often given dresses. So at least I dressed appropriately when I misbehaved. They did learn in time."

And she did make quite a sight when she was behaved, a young silver hair child dressed in the light flowing dresses her mother would choose for her.

"Don't let us intimidate you. Whatever we are, we are not unapproachable."

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