Bab 304: Astral Breath

Fable swept across the hills like a summer storm, leaving trailing eddies of writhing grass in his wake. The ground flowed smoothly beneath his tremendous paws, each bound eating up dozens of feet at once. Korra and I lay side by side, reclining against the slope of his shoulders. His horns served as a potent windbreak, shielding us from the worst of the air resistance and noise caused by traveling at such absurd velocities.

"Astral Breath. That's the name of the spell the demonkin taught me," I said, looking out at the passing scenery. A small copse of trees appeared, passed, and then disappeared as a blip of brown and green on the prairie.

Korra frowned, tapping a finger to her chin. "Astral Breath? I've never heard of anything like that before, not even from the upper church echelons. If there were such a spell to heal one's soul, wouldn't there be some records of it?"