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The sun silently beats down on the grounds, waves of heat radiating off of everything. But then, a soft rumble begins. It grows louder and louder, starting in the mountains and crashing down down down until a great roaring avalanche of snow arrives...

The calm returns but the blistering heat is gone. "How's that, Autor?" Mia asks.

The boy smiles shyly at her, his warm, knitted scarf demonstrating a clear gradient of skill from raw novice to advanced beginner. "It's lovely," he says, squeezing her fingers in his gloved ones. "Thank you, Mia." Releasing them, he turns and places a hand on his hip to watch the next step.

At the mouth of the inlet a narrow cliff juts out into the water, covered by a thin layer of soil to which a mat of short grass is clinging, littered with demon bunny droppings. On this ledge, Korra stands, her feet planted firmly against the ground. Starting with that wide stance, Korra moves a foot and then pushes her arms in front and up, causing the lake bed to shift, and the waters to part as a narrow ledge of earth divides a smaller pond away from the larger lake.

Turning into the inlet, she leaps onto the surface and slides out into the center on a shelf of ice that stretches out in larger and larger crystals as it thickens beneath her. In the center of what will be the ice rink, Korra stops, and takes one calm, centering breath.

And then with her eyes closed she moves again, this time much more fluid in her motions, turning a slow circle on the ice with her arms in front of her, swaying as her weight shifts from foot to foot. A bubble of water rises in front of her, and as she pushes out, the bubble expands, passing through Korra so she's standing in the center of an ever expanding air filled bubble of water, stretching further and further out so by the time it hits the shore any onlookers will feel the cool sensation of water vapor from a fountain. She shifts her movement again, and the snowflake patterns of ice crystals appear at the top and the spread around the bubble, crystallizing and solidifying in a lattice of clear ice.

Then Korra opens her eyes, and finishes the rink as she slides back to the shore. There, a further turn and a sweeping gesture towards one side shatters a large hole in the side, perfect for a double door.

"Neat trick, Avatar," Autor says, accompanied by a saucy grin and an informal salute. With a few simple words, Mia sets a flurry fluttering down in the dome.

Once the rink is complete, the boy heads off to help an industrious ten-year-old set up the food and drinks table. There are some things too heavy for Rae to lift.

[Credit to the respective muns for their pups' part in the EP! Standard party post rules apply, all tags welcome.]

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"Well, hey, I'm usually grouchy anyways, so..." He gives her a sidelong smirk and a shrug.

"And I'm not entirely sure that all the crap that happens ain't my fault. People I know back home tend to put the blame on me. I think they even enjoy doing it."

"There are those who take delight in passing the blame to someone else. But it will come back to them sooner or later."

She smiles wider now, turning to glide backwards.

"And it's not like they're here now. Sometimes that's more help than we think."

"Good point," he says with a grin. "And that's just one of the perks about coming here."

He gestures at her feet.

"You're pretty good on the ice, even without skates."

"I've been playing with ice since I was a little girl. My family has always had an affinity with both ice and fire. My mother and her mother and so on for as far as I know my family line."

"That's cool-- no pun intended." He smirks.

"Seems like ice and fire kinda runs through both our families. I've been skating and playing hockey since I was a kid. Me and my cousins used to play as much as we could, watched all the games on TV, we were obsessed. Then of course I became a fireman, like my dad and his dad before him. Seems like we can't have one without the other."

"I think I get the gist of hockey just by looking at the equipment," Mia says. "It looks a little like quidditch but simplified and on ice. Is it one of those move something into a guarded goal, most goals win sort of game?"

"Yeah, it is, pretty much. When I first met your friend Rabastan, we caught a hockey game on TV. He told me some more about quidditch, and they do have some similarities. Get a puck-- a small disc of hard rubber-- into a goal while the other team tries to stop you. It's a really physical, full-contact sport. I used to think I could play it professionally when I was in high school, but obviously that didn't pan out. Now I just play on the fire department's team. Did you ever try to play quidditch?"

"Not really. We tried to arrange a game at my wedding reception but we didn't get any takers. Draco played quidditch for his house at school, though."

She grins.

"You might think this is funny. Draco was a seeker, so his job in quidditch was to catch this fast little ball called a snitch. He managed to get one, stuck a ring on it, and took me on a broom ride to catch it. Once he did, he handed it over to me and said, 'Hold tight so it doesn't fly off and will you marry me?'"

She shrugs a little helpless.

"So yeah, Draco used sports to propose to me."

"See, now that is how a guy's guy does romance-- with sports," he chuckles.

"When it includes flying on broomsticks, I'm game," Mia agrees.

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