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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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"The smell of Starfire's cooking." Pause. "She's a friend. From another planet. She means well, but she can't cook." At least can't cook human food.

"Then why does she try?"

"It's how she shows friendship. So we don't mind." Much.

Besides, Silky eats her cooking happily.

"She shows friendship through terrible cooking?"

This is not Teresa's experience of how friendship should go!

"It's a Tamaranian thing. I don't get it either. But it makes Star happy. Which makes up happy." Well, except maybe Raven.

"Oh."

Well, there's not much to argue about there, is there? Teresa watches the party for a few more seconds.

"What is a Tamaranian?"

"An alien race, from not that far out from Earth. Assuming you have a hyperdrive." Which the Titans do, though no one is sure where they go it from. "Where are you from, by the way." Always a good idea to ask.

"I don't have a hyperdrive." In case that's relevant! "I am from Sutafu, to the East of the continent I lived on."

"Which is on another planet than Earth?" She seems a bit...distracted? Confused? Sort of like Starfire at first?

Indifferent?

"Apparently," Teresa says. "I have never encountered anyone from Earth who has heard of it."

"Well, it's always nice to meet people from new places." Even strange people. (Especially strange people?)

"I'm Cyborg."

She turns her head a little more towards him then, offering a small smile.

"I'm Teresa.

"What kind of thing are you, Cyborg?"

"Part man, part robot. That's what the word cyborg means. Cybernetic organism." Which is not something everyone knows. He gets asked about his name a lot.

"Oh, you are half human."

Like her! It makes her smile to find that common ground, and she flicks her eyes at him to look more carefully.

"How did you become that?"

"There was an accident. Lost most of my body, but my father is a scientist and he built me the new parts." It's a lot easier to talk about now than it was all those years ago, but it still isn't natural.

Then they aren't the same after all. That's okay, Teresa didn't want to feel any kinship towards him anyway. She's her own person.

"He saved your life then. That was lucky."

"I guess. Might be the only really good thing he ever did for me." The bitterness creeps in. And creeps out.

"If you are alive, you are lucky."

Blink.

"Ummm, you aren't?" That would explain a lot, wouldn't it?

Mildly: "No."

"Er. Um.

"Dead like in the Milliways came-here-after-death sense?" Which is only mildly creepy.

"Yes," she says. "What other senses are there?"

"Being a zombie. Or something that's been brought back wrong."

She was like this when she was alive? That's also creepy.

"I don't know what that means," Teresa says. "Brought back wrong?"

"Sometimes things can die and then undie and be possessed by demons or something.

"At least in the movies. Which I bet you never heard of." He's getting more and more sure that she has no idea at all what he is talking about.

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