Miraculously, Korra and Asami had managed to snag several hours of uninterrupted alone time, avoiding even the ever curious Opal who appeared intent to corner the Avatar at every turn. Korra remained sprawled naked across Asami's bed, thoroughly enjoying the silk sheets. Su Yin sure had taste, at least according to Asami. The heiress herself was dressed and lounging on the sofa, perusing one of their host's many intriguing tomes.

When rolling around in the sheets without her girlfriend finally ceased to interest the Avatar, she settled on staring at the reading teen, attempting to think of ways to distract and hopefully seduce her. She was not having much luck.

"Asami?"

"Hmm?"

"Why don't you read over here?"

"Why don't you lay over here?"

"Asssssssssamiiiiiiii."

"What are you doing? What even is that sound?"

"Asssssssssssssssssamiiiii."

"Did you find cactus juice somewhere?"

"Assssssssssssssssssssssssssamiiiiiiiiiii." The raven haired teen sighed, giving up and returning her attention to the history before her. "Assssssssssssssssamiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. C'mon I'm booored." After several more minutes of verbal prodding and complaining, the Avatar huffed in defeat. Silence reigned for nearly an hour while Asami read and Korra became lost in thought, trying to find ways to amuse herself. Inspiration struck suddenly. She jumped off the bed and rolled over the top of the sofa, landing beside Asami, still not bothering to dress. "How fast is the airship?" Still mostly occupied by the book in her hands, Asami answered automatically.

"100 bph."

"What?"

"100 beats per hour." Asami took Korra's silence as further confusion.

"All mechanical power and speed is based off of flying bison. An adult bison beats his or her tail once every fifteen minutes. So in an hour, that's 4 bph, beats per hour. A typical Sato Mobile goes a quarter or a half a beat per hour, the fastest race car might go three-quarters of a beat per hour for a few seconds. So the airship goes 100 bph, that's twenty-five times faster than a flying bison."

"So it's fast?" The engineer couldn't help but to laugh.

"Yes, it's fast. There's nothing faster."

"So how long would it take to travel from here to say…the Southern Air Temple?"

"Ten hours. Probably. Maybe a little more, a little less, depends on the air currents and if the engines have to work against them."

"So…theoretically…if we wanted to…we could take a day trip to the Southern Air Temple and be back before anyone noticed." Asami finally put the book down and turned toward Korra, shocked and intrigued.

"We could…but why would we want to? I mean we could go anywhere. Why there?" The Avatar's response was inaudible while she ducked down, her face flushing. The heiress' expression of interest and confusion quickly shifted to one of amusement, a smirk playing at her lips. "What was that?"

"I want to measure myself against the statues." The water tribe teen appeared deeply mortified.

"Too see if you're the shortest Avatar ever?" Asami struggled the urge to laugh valiantly, succeeding just barely.

"I hate you. Nevermind. I've changed my mind." She moved to get up, planning to sulk in the sheets.

"No. We'll go. Get dressed." The taller teen tossed her book on to the table set before the sofa, moving around the room as she threw clothes at Korra. Once the Avatar was dressed, the duo headed out, Korra somehow managing to convince Asami that they should tell no one they were leaving.

"Then Bolin would want to go. Then Opal. Then Mako. No."

"We can't just disappear."

"No one will even notice!"

"I don't know…"

"Please? I'll make it worth your while." Asami nearly snorted at the Avatar's eyebrow waggle.

"Having sex on one of your past lives does not interest me in the least, but fine. Only so you won't complain." Korra sighed heavily, but was clearly pleased. Asami and Korra managed to depart Zao Fu with little fuss, having only to inform Su so they could actually leave. Swearing her to secrecy had been easy, Asami agreeing to conference with her husband on the differences between mechanization and metalbending.

Korra's boredom returned only an hour into their flight.

"Asami, what are we going to do for ten hours? This is going to take forever!" The Avatar was sprawled across the floor of the cockpit, already missing silken sheets.

"I will turn this airship around."

"Entertain me."

"Why do I put up with you? Come here. You can steer." Korra jumped immediately and ran over. She practically shoved Asami away from the wheel.

"Really?!" She was practically vibrating in excitement, though slightly annoyed at her behavior, Asami couldn't help but to smile at her girlfriend.

"Yes. No street lights up here." Korra stuck her tongue out before quickly returning her attention to the sky. With the Avatar now occupied, Asami took the time to peruse numerous maps,. She was most interested in the air current map one her researchers had developed from Air Nomad texts that had been stolen by the Fire Nation and personal flights. With Korra in mind, she began planning the quickest route to the Southern Air Temple, correcting Korra as she manned the wheel.

The flight was rather painless following Korra's initial bout of boredom. There were a few attempts by Korra to "reward" Asami which were quickly rebuffed, especially when nearly every attempt occurred as the airship dropped enough to collide with mountains. The heiress had to bowl her girlfriend over several times in order to save their lives. There appeared to be no hope for the Avatar when it came to vehicles. Asami nearly smacked Korra as she brought them in for a very, very rough landing at the temple. The ancient platform was unscathed, but the poor airship had been scraped and bent. Luckily enough there was not enough damage to actually hinder the zeppelin. Korra, however, would not be piloting them home. Asami was determined not to die and to not wreck her newest airship.

Even with the past lives supposedly gone, Korra had no difficulty dragging Asami through the temple and to the Avatar sanctuary. She knew exactly where she was going. Some remnant must have remained to guide her to her other lives. Of course, all of this was lost on the Water Tribe teen; she was too focused on not being the shortest Avatar ever.

Asami had been in good humor for the most part until she came face to face with the task she had agreed to help undertake. Korra air bended the door opened and then they were everywhere. Wall to wall. Ceiling to ceiling. Front to back. How had she not thought of how many Avatars there were? There were over a hundred statues! How were they supposed to do this? The Avatar was undaunted however. She threw herself into the task immediately. She bypassed Aang, Roku, and Kyoshi. She knew well that she was not near their respective heights.

She felt pretty confident, though, that they were about to go home. She had to be taller than Yangchen. There was no doubt. She stopped before the Air Nomad Avatar's statue, smirking. Not even the lack of a spiritual stir lessened Korra's mood.

"Asami!" The heiress stumbled over once called, still staring in awe at all of the statues.

"See? Not the shortest." Korra looked so proud that Asami almost didn't say anything, but she couldn't just lie to her girlfriend.

"Korra…"

"I'm waiting for an apology."

"You're not taller than her."

"WHAT?!" Korra practically climbed the statue, pressing as close as possible to the stone. "I'm so taller! Look!"

"You're the same height." Asami moved aside in time for the current Avatar to run past her to the next statue.

"I have to be taller than somebody!" Figuring she would give up after Yangchen, Asami was both impressed and disappointed by Korra's determination. She followed after her girlfriend, throwing in commentary as needed. "Ha! Look! You can't deny me now!" The heiress approached Korra and her second most recent earthbending past life. Korra was indeed taller.

"Well look at that. You're not the shortest Avatar ever." Asami chuckled, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She took a step back however when she noticed the now manic gleam in Korra's blue eyes.

"I can't be the second shortest either! We have to check all of them!" She was off before Asami could even formulate half of a response. She had created a monster. So they checked. Every. Statue. Water. Earth. Fire. Air. Over and over and over and over. Korra became increasingly agitated as she discovered that most of her past lives appeared to be freakishly tall. The taller teen was mildly terrified of what would happen if Korra did happen to be the second shortest Avatar.

When all hope appeared lost, Asami staring up at Korra on the last row brushing the ceiling, Wan only a few statues down, Korra shouted in triumph, twirling into the air, up and off of the tiny ledge holding the statues. "TAKE THAT AVATAR WHATEVER YOUR NAME IS. I AM TALLER THAN YOU! I AM ONLY THE THIRD SHORTEST AVATAR EVER!" She landed beside her girlfriend, breathing heavily. "Now that that's settled, let's go back."

"Congratulations!" Korra beamed as Asami turned to lead the way out. As they boarded the now slightly less shiny airship, the raven haired teen couldn't help but to quip, "You're still short."

Asami still didn't regret it after eight hours of Korra moping and complaining.