Bab 293: Leaving Heartland

By the time we left the church, night had fully descended upon the city, filling the streets and alleys with inky blackness. The last vestiges of gray had left the horizon, leaving the sky a sea of twinkling stars. I gazed up a moment, eyes wandering the depthless vista, searching for something–anything that might indicate Fate was watching. 

Korra nudged my arm, her voice soft. "You sure you're alright? We can find an inn or something for the night, if you'd rather start in the morning."

A fleck of light sliced across the sky, threading between the stars. In the blink of an eye, it was gone, leaving a rapidly fading trail behind, a transitory white smudge against the darkened canvas. A shooting star.

With some effort, I lowered my gaze and found Korra watching me, a look of concern spread across her face. As she opened her mouth, intending to ask the question again, I gently shook my head. 

"I'm fine. Just…wondering. If she's up there, waiting for me."