"A hero inquisitor? That's a tale I haven't heard," Aerion said, leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees.
Korra side-eyed him. "And who exactly are you? Xiviyah told me of Selena, not that I knew she was the archmage, but I've never heard a whisper of you."
"He's my younger brother," Selena said with a sigh, rubbing her forehead.
"Only by a decade. And to put it humbly, I'm the best sword among the elves."
"Humble?" R'lissea covered her mouth, smothering a smile.
He shot her a grin. "The most."
"Oh, shut up already," Selena muttered.
"Ah, right. I suppose I'm little more than wall ornamentation compared to the great Archmage," Aerion shot back.
Selena started to retort, but stopped as I giggled. Her eyes went wide.
"You…you laughed," she said in disbelief.
I nodded, letting my smile warm my face. "I made you a promise. Even after everything, I couldn't forget it. I waited a long time to show you."
