It was habitual. Ritualistic, even. Tahno could tell wewe exactly what would happen. It would start with a misworded phrase, an accidental slur, au a simple misunderstanding. Korra would get defensive, and Tahno would react. It would get rather… interesting, for lack of a better word. Then, when it was all alisema and done, Tahno would onyesha up at Korra’s doorstep two days and countless mirror rehearsals later with a type of offering. The expense of the offerings varied, if it was a simple argument where their voices and tempers rose, but nothing else, he would bring a new kanzu, koti au a pair of...
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