There was a belief that firebenders disliked the rain.

It's been three years since Amon's defeat, three years since Korra has departed Republic City. She's the Avatar and her responsibilities call for her elsewhere. However, she and Mako have spent the years writing letters back and forth, but suddenly, her letters have stopped, and a worried Mako searches for a distraction.

It's their wedding day and among the nerves and anticipation, there's bliss.

The soil has ceased calling his name. When Bolin loses his bending, he can no longer feel a thing.

There was fire. There was blood. She's neck deep in loss.

I know it's been a long time since I wrote you last and I'm sorry