Maybe she can feel it. Then again maybe she can't.
But when Aang hears her voice he flinches. Not because she surprised him, but because she's come here, to this place he's carved out for himself. A place where he's cobbled together as much of his past as he can in an effort to bring peace to an area now devoid of it.
And then, as if facing off against Koh, that discomfort is gone. Shielded as best he can, partially because he knows it's not her and partially because he doesn't want to get into it again regardless.
Not here. Not on this ground he's determined to make sacred again.
So he stays exactly as he is: seated in a full-lotus, stripped bare to the waist, and with several braziers of incense burning around the edges of the clearing.
"I have to admit, it is pretty good," he says simply. Then his head tilts.
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Then again maybe she can't.
But when Aang hears her voice he flinches. Not because she surprised him, but because she's come here, to this place he's carved out for himself. A place where he's cobbled together as much of his past as he can in an effort to bring peace to an area now devoid of it.
And then, as if facing off against Koh, that discomfort is gone. Shielded as best he can, partially because he knows it's not her and partially because he doesn't want to get into it again regardless.
Not here.
Not on this ground he's determined to make sacred again.
So he stays exactly as he is: seated in a full-lotus, stripped bare to the waist, and with several braziers of incense burning around the edges of the clearing.
"I have to admit, it is pretty good," he says simply.
Then his head tilts.
"Were you looking for me?"
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