[It's okay, Naga. He barely weighs anything, and scamper up he does. And Chekov thought that riding horses was exciting! For a lack of anything to hold on to, he latches on to Korra.
He's riding a polar bear dog and he has not done anything undignified like squeeing in delight. Best. Day. Ever.]
I use the reins. [They're not like a horse's reins, going nowhere near her mouth, but they're arranged on the saddle in such a way that if Korra tugs in a direction, Naga will know.
They're not moving as quickly as Naga could, mostly because Naga still hasn't quite gotten the hang of navigating a human city.]
They're very different from reins I have seen. [...] Not that I have seen many.
[Directions? Please.] I can do that. I am a navigator.
[Although, without a starchart or coordinates or any kind of mathematical system, his directions are of questionable help. "Around that tree!" "Turn forty-eight degrees northwest in twenty meters!" "Do not trample anyone!"]
[Interesting? It was fun. Chekov is positively giddy when he slides off of Naga.]
Look! We made it here without killing anyone!
[Oh, right. Alien ruins. Chekov scans the side of the mountain rising up alongside the beach. They didn't exactly follow the route he had drawn out in his head, but it can't be too far away.]
[That...does not make Korra feel very good. She'd feel confident taking on anything if she had all her bending, but airbending alone? She's not so sure.]
Yes, Naga would-- [Ooh! Chekov gets distracted by something on the mountain. Through a layer of dirt and dust, the glint of metal and pink glass is visible.]
Look! That should be it.
[The only way up is through a cracked pathway through the mountain--certainly not big enough for Naga to fit through. Chekov takes a look and, upon not seeing anything terrifying, heads on up.]
Yeah, sure. [Korra already knows exactly what she'll trade. She'd gotten Naga, her best friend in the whole world, by giving up her love for Mako for two weeks. If she offers them up forever, that would have to be enough to get her powers back. Two birds, one stone.
She has to get home.]
Hey, do you think we could try this again another day? I need to get home.
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He's riding a polar bear dog and he has not done anything undignified like squeeing in delight. Best. Day. Ever.]
How do you tell her where to go?
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They're not moving as quickly as Naga could, mostly because Naga still hasn't quite gotten the hang of navigating a human city.]
You'll have to give me directions, though.
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[Directions? Please.] I can do that. I am a navigator.
[Although, without a starchart or coordinates or any kind of mathematical system, his directions are of questionable help. "Around that tree!" "Turn forty-eight degrees northwest in twenty meters!" "Do not trample anyone!"]
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Look! We made it here without killing anyone!
[Oh, right. Alien ruins. Chekov scans the side of the mountain rising up alongside the beach. They didn't exactly follow the route he had drawn out in his head, but it can't be too far away.]
I think it should be close.
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Good job, Naga.
[Were you giving her lip, Korra? Naga huffs, unimpressed, and Korra just laughs. She turns to Chekov.]
Lead the way!
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It was not Naga I was worried about so much as your driving.
[And away! He sets off in what he's almost sure is the right direction.]
If we find what I'm looking for, it may be infested with monsters.
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But they follow.]
What kind of monsters?
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How would I know? I haven't been there before.
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Good thing we have Naga.
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Look! That should be it.
[The only way up is through a cracked pathway through the mountain--certainly not big enough for Naga to fit through. Chekov takes a look and, upon not seeing anything terrifying, heads on up.]
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Hey Chekov. Can you make a deity trade for anything?
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To my knowledge, yes. Why?
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She has to get home.]
Hey, do you think we could try this again another day? I need to get home.
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You may go. I was only joking about monsters.
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[She gives him an impulsive hug -- probably damaging a rib or two in the process, and definitely lifting him off the ground.]
You're the best!
Come on, Naga!
[And Avatar and polar bear dog are off and running.]
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