Annabeth makes a mental note to ask more about the music player later. She hasn't really used one in over two years, which is weird enough to think about. She smirks at the display though - thinking she picks up on Korra's intent.
By the time she reaches the safehouse, it looks more like a deadhouse. The house looks to be in ruins, charred and broken apart from a fire. The damage looks a few days old, but Annabeth stands before it determinedly, glancing once at Korra.
'Just walk. Straight for the house.'
Which is exactly what she does herself. As she approaches the porch, she falls into the familiar sensation - ice cold, like walking through a sheet of water, an invisible waterfall as she closes her eyes. When Korra follows her, she'll feel the same - but when the feeling is over and their eyes open up again, the safehouse now stands in perfect condition.
She frowns though. The owl eyes didn't show up this time. Not that she has anyone to ask about why.
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By the time she reaches the safehouse, it looks more like a deadhouse. The house looks to be in ruins, charred and broken apart from a fire. The damage looks a few days old, but Annabeth stands before it determinedly, glancing once at Korra.
'Just walk. Straight for the house.'
Which is exactly what she does herself. As she approaches the porch, she falls into the familiar sensation - ice cold, like walking through a sheet of water, an invisible waterfall as she closes her eyes. When Korra follows her, she'll feel the same - but when the feeling is over and their eyes open up again, the safehouse now stands in perfect condition.
She frowns though. The owl eyes didn't show up this time. Not that she has anyone to ask about why.