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It was her first summer outside of the South Pole, and Korra was not handling it with grace. The constant buzz of insects, the humidity, the shimmer that rose off the asphalt nearly blinding her, all of it was the source of her sour mood. Laying on the beach at Air Temple Island, she wore the bathing suit Asami had picked out for her after she swam in her underwraps, limbs spread out to allow air to hit the most surface area. She had just come out of the water after a long swim, and she was contemplating spending the rest of the day in there. "Korra! Korra, where are you?" Mako's voice barely pierced through the heavy air, and Korra couldn't