Final Preparations

There were only so many times I could tell myself to believe in Korra. Practicing it was another matter, but Sari's presence helped somewhat. As the long, agonizing minutes dragged by, Fable began to shift, nudging me with his head.

"Hey, cut that out," I said, giving him a gentle glare.

Sari giggled, and her ears wiggled under my hand. "I think he's just jealous."

I blinked several times, then down at the foxkin girl. I'd been stroking her head for some time now, almost instinctively, to the point I hadn't even noticed. She was just so soft and silky, like a kitten's fur. 

Fable nudged me again, and I smiled, a ray of light breaking through the darkness. "Is that right?"