( he's used to bending just being any other tool. it gets used in mundane ways all the time back home. an earthbender can make a shelter, a firebender heats water for tea, a waterbender can garden even in a drought.

but hunk thinks of it as being magic. mako's mouth twists up at one corner, something equal parts smile and grimace. hunk is reminding him a lot of a version of bolin that's slowed himself down to enjoy the roses, and it's. nice. calming, a little, to be around. mako finds himself enjoying the timbre of his voice. )

It's earthbending. Uh, the manipulation of earth and rocks with chi focused through a martial arts style. It's something from my world. Back home I was a firebender, but apparently that wasn't good enough for Astoria.

( his tone is wry. his opinion on this judgement call of hers is, sadly, quite obvious. )

Well... what were you good at back home?