[ Mako watches those glittering patterns for a moment, almost transfixed. His own left hand twitches in old memory. He curls his hand into a loose fist and leaves it there, frowning.
He is quiet for a while, his mind tumbling over the concepts of letting spirits in and balance and relationships. Mako doesn't get his power from his relationships with people, but he is tied to the sun, can feel its rise and its fall and its distance. Vyng, apparently, is tethered much more literally to those things. ]
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He is quiet for a while, his mind tumbling over the concepts of letting spirits in and balance and relationships. Mako doesn't get his power from his relationships with people, but he is tied to the sun, can feel its rise and its fall and its distance. Vyng, apparently, is tethered much more literally to those things. ]
So you're... almost exactly like the Avatar.
In other words.