Asami was lost.
It had been a week since Korra had taken back Republic City, a week since Mako, a week since she had given up her father, a week since she had a name for herself.
Asami didn’t even have a home to go to and, when she wandered the halls of Air Temple Island, she felt like a stranger peeking into the windows of warm, loving families. Asami didn’t have anybody.
She sighed loudly and held her hair back with her hand. It was still early out; the sun was only rising through the dense clouds of the night. That’s why when she heard a small knock on the door she started.
She rose off her bed in one fluid motion, her midnight hair tumbling down her back. She opened the door.
“Oh, Iroh!” She flushed, suddenly aware of how her nightgown was a good 3 inches above her knee and very, very thin. “What can I do for you?”
The young man in front of her cleared his throat and allowed himself a brief glance at the legs that seemed to go on for miles. He shook himself mentally.
“Hey, I know it’s early…but I just thought you should know,” He began. Asami cocked her head to the side, her green eyes widening questioningly. “The Council members think its time that the government has a nonbending representative on board.” He paused, waiting for her reaction. But when he got none, he forged on. “Your name was on the list for possible candidates.”
She gasped, a slender hand flying to her mouth. “Me?” A slightly panicked look crossed her face. “I don’t know if I can do this…My father…Would they even want me?”
Iroh nodded at the beautiful girl in front of him. “You’re the best candidate. You’ve been educated at the best schools, your company is the major economic power right now, you’re competent.”
She shook her head slowly, made her way to her bed. Iroh cautiously followed her in and sank down next to her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, so warm. “I know it’s a lot to take in…But Asami, you could do a lot of good here. You could be the voice for so many people.”
Asami peeked at Iroh’s handsome face from under the curtain of her hair. He looked so sure, so trusting. Asami smiled up at him, her eyes full of what could be.
Councilwoman Asami Sato, president of Future Industries. Philanthropist, leader, friend.
“When can I start?”
