Korra & Oriole
Oriole
Hey, I’ve been tracking a whole lot of bird calls lately, and I’m convinced there’s a secret link between the way you bend air and how a flock sticks together in a storm. Have you ever used your elements to rescue a nesting area or keep a forest alive when humans get a little too ambitious? I’ve got a few stories in my ledger that might just need your expertise.
Korra
I’ve used my bending to clear burning forests, pump water to drought‑stricken wetlands, and even calm a raging storm that threatened a nesting site. If you’ve got a story about a place humans pushed too far, bring it on—let’s see how we can help it heal.
Oriole
Wow, that’s a wild lineup. I’ve been skimming through the park the other night, and there’s a strip of the old riverbank where the kids kept spraying the mud with chemicals. The birds there are whispering—noisy, all screeching, not the usual “caw” or “chirp.” I suspect someone’s been messing with the water, and the feather patterns are all off. Think we can help bring the water back to its natural rhythm?
Korra
First, let’s find where the chemicals are coming from. Air bending can spot the source—anything moving out of place, a hidden spray can, a hidden tank. Once we’ve got that, I’ll use earth to block the pipelines or any hidden drains, and water to neutralize the toxins. I can even use a quick water–bending surge to push the polluted water back downstream, letting the river’s natural flow dilute and flush out the chemicals. After that, we’ll pump clean water back in, maybe even add some earth to help the riverbanks hold. The birds will settle down once the water’s clear, and the feather patterns will start looking right again. Let’s roll.
Oriole
Sounds solid—just keep an eye on those micro‑shifts in the air. When you’re pushing that water surge, I’ll be on the ground, listening for the faint hiss of the hidden tank. Once the river’s clean, the birds will start the old “blue‑winged hum” again, and the feather patterns will straighten out. Let’s make sure we don’t miss the little drops of poison that hide in the mud. Good luck, and don’t let the deadline bite you!