As we moved back into the banquet hall, I fell back behind Korra hoping to ride her fame again. But, when we passed through the doors, she turned and grasped my hand, pulling me beside her.
"Korra, I-"
"I don't care if you're a slave. Please, walk with me," she said gently.
I reluctantly followed her command, as much because of the slave crest as anything. Even so, a warm feeling filled my heart, strengthening me as we navigated the crowded hall amid staring gazes. As we approached the platform, an important-looking priest stepped in our way. Unlike the traditional robes of the Divine Throne, he wore deep blue silks trimmed with lace reminiscent of sea foam.
"Korra, if I may have a moment of your time? Some of the dignitaries from Ornth would like an introduction," he said, bowing respectfully.
"Go on without me," she murmured, giving my hand a final squeeze before pulling away.
