[Gyatso is slowly running his hand down the length of what looks like a staff, inspecting every inch of it. He uses his hands--no bending, not with his chip in--to open the glider fully to inspect the wings. It's an
Air Nomad Glider, for the relatively few in the know.
Eventually, he looks back to the communicator and smiles.Perhaps it is time
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[Will thinks you are talking about this.]
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I see. And how is this done?
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Through a special form of martial arts. Perhaps I could demonstrate what it looks like, although my chip still remains?
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I should like to see that some time, I think.
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[A moment's thought.]
... Is air controlled in your world in a different fashion, young one?
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He didn't know what to do. Now, more than ever, Will longed to consult with his master.
Still, one with more than human abilities of his own might be able to handle the truths of an Old One.]
I have heard stories of such.
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[Gyatso is one of those could hand it, truth be told. Not many humans have been to the Spirit World, but this one has. He's seen plenty of fantastic things in his life.
... not that Will would know any of this.]
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I have heard stories, about the Old Ones. It was said they could ride on the wind and make fire out of nothing. They spoke to the stars and knew the mysteries of the planets and all the elements were theirs to command. Half-forgotten they are now, as all such things must be.
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