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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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[inafadingcrown]

"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."

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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?"

[inafadingcrown]

"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."

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"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?"

[inafadingcrown]

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."

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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.

[inafadingcrown]

"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.

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"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?)

[inafadingcrown]

"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!)

time skip

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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.

[inafadingcrown]

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.