A/N: This will be a series of (very short) one-shots about Korra and Asami's vacation in the Spirit World. I had to write something after that ending. These stories are aimless with no destination in mind, though if you squint there's a semblance of plot. Non-lore compliant.

Beginnings

Korra, as it turns out, doesn't know the Spirit World as well as Asami thinks she does. She says this abashedly to Asami after they arrive, two weeks' worth of supplies already in their backpacks, having told everyone (amid some rather odd glances) that they will be gone for a while. When they step out of the portal, they find themselves in a meadow stretching from horizon to horizon, filled with violet flowers whose petals are flecked with green, against a backdrop of distant icebergs. After they walk around a bit, Korra finally admits she has no idea where they are. They must be in the Spirit World's parallel of Republic City, but she has no idea where that is.

"And here I thought you were the bridge between the worlds," Asami says, raising an eyebrow.

"We'll be fine," Korra says. "Probably. We'll find a landmark or something soon."

"What are you waiting for, then?" Asami says. Laughing, she races ahead, dragging Korra behind her. The air here is rich, suffused with the scent of dried tangerines and everywhere energy crackles beneath the surface, dancing on their skin, heating up their blood, lighting up the space between them when they finally collapse, breathless and laughing, on top of each other.

When they kiss the electricity courses through them and lingers long after their lips part.

What have they been waiting for, indeed.