“Who said there are no rules?” The storm is close and the promise of rain makes her fingers tremble.
“Come now, Korra, we both know rules are just holding you back.” She turns to see he is already looking at her, gray eyes stoic and knowing and she wonders if he realizes just how much they actually have in common: the ice wielding probender and the confine escaping, curfew breaking, boyfriend kissing Avatar. If only he knew how many rules she has already broken just to be here, just to weather this storm with him. Maybe he does, or maybe he suspects. And even though breaking the rules isn’t how she usually likes to operate, she won't deny the appeal.
Tahnorra, Private Lessons (Set During Book 1)