A Familiar Face

Blue rock and earth flashed beneath us, even the largest rock formations reduced to a blur beneath Fable's paws. After the first hour, I'd long since lost track of time, carrying just enough strength to hold Korra and cling to Fable. The only real reference I had was the distant silhouette of the mountains on the north and south flanks, framing the Blue Canyon from beginning to end. They'd been there since we began our descent, and, according to Korra, the range only ended as we entered Brithlite proper.