[An ice dragon! That's so cool. Aang grins up at Zuko's back when he more-or-less admits to trying to dance with it, and barely resists the urge to rib him a little bit.] Maybe it just likes water tribe dances instead? [If Zuko doesn't stop him, Aang will try those. And feel not at all ridiculous about it when they don't work.
After Zuko's first shoulder-slam into the door, Aang glances up and down the hall before—] Hang on! [and, because he has absolutely no respect for personal space, he just reaches right around Zuko instead of getting him to move so he can try the doorknob. What do you know, it's open! He doesn't make a comment (because it's not like he hasn't also bent doors off their hinges for the drama when he could probably have tried the knobs before), but he can't stop the cheeky look he throws over his shoulder as he ducks into the room past the prince. Look, it's just fun to needle Zuko sometimes. He makes it so easy.]
Okay, I'm just gonna be a little while. [Aang hopes he sounds more confident than he feels, but either way he retreats to the center of the room and sinks down to the floor so he can tuck his legs into the lotus position and get to it. Luckily it's not so hard now: meditation had eluded him for his entire time in the cage, but the security of the silent room with Zuko guarding the door allows Aang to clear his mind and sink into a trance quickly. He closes his eyes and pictures the hypnotic flowing push and pull of the Ocean and Moon spirits circling each other in a small, crystal clear pond—and then he's gone.
It only feels like a few moments to him while he searches deep within, pulling at the strings of himself where he's tethered to the spirit world, but it's definitely closer to half an hour (sorry, Zuko) before he swims back into awareness and lets out a sigh. When he stands back up it's with the characteristic puff of air that billows out his clothes and makes the movement fluid and silent. Thank the spirits that worked.] I did it! [He whoops, before he can stop himself. Then his expression turns sheepish.] I mean, I knew it would work. Anyway, let's go! [He bounces towards the door and makes a grab for Zuko's arm so he can drag him along. No time to discuss anything, clearly.]
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Date: 2021-10-18 08:00 am (UTC)After Zuko's first shoulder-slam into the door, Aang glances up and down the hall before—] Hang on! [and, because he has absolutely no respect for personal space, he just reaches right around Zuko instead of getting him to move so he can try the doorknob. What do you know, it's open! He doesn't make a comment (because it's not like he hasn't also bent doors off their hinges for the drama when he could probably have tried the knobs before), but he can't stop the cheeky look he throws over his shoulder as he ducks into the room past the prince. Look, it's just fun to needle Zuko sometimes. He makes it so easy.]
Okay, I'm just gonna be a little while. [Aang hopes he sounds more confident than he feels, but either way he retreats to the center of the room and sinks down to the floor so he can tuck his legs into the lotus position and get to it. Luckily it's not so hard now: meditation had eluded him for his entire time in the cage, but the security of the silent room with Zuko guarding the door allows Aang to clear his mind and sink into a trance quickly. He closes his eyes and pictures the hypnotic flowing push and pull of the Ocean and Moon spirits circling each other in a small, crystal clear pond—and then he's gone.
It only feels like a few moments to him while he searches deep within, pulling at the strings of himself where he's tethered to the spirit world, but it's definitely closer to half an hour (sorry, Zuko) before he swims back into awareness and lets out a sigh. When he stands back up it's with the characteristic puff of air that billows out his clothes and makes the movement fluid and silent. Thank the spirits that worked.] I did it! [He whoops, before he can stop himself. Then his expression turns sheepish.] I mean, I knew it would work. Anyway, let's go! [He bounces towards the door and makes a grab for Zuko's arm so he can drag him along. No time to discuss anything, clearly.]