( he doesn't say anything further, just watches her. he's tense all the way down to his bones, excited and eager for her to discover something new. his faith in her is boundless, with its roots in the heart of the world and its fingers tangled all up in the vast starscape of the universe. mako fervently believes that korra could do anything. she's the only person alive in whom he has that level of faith and trust and hope. and their occasional emotional incompatibilities aside, she's never let him down.
he knows she'll figure this out. it's a matter of time.
and when she does, and that little... light sphere appears in the shaded curve of her hand, he's grinning so hard he can feel his jaw ache with it. pride and joy in her accomplishment, because whatever that is. it has to be it. and it's unlike anything he's ever seen. there's no heat emanating from it, nothing fiery in that way. it's just. a ball bound up in all the dappled filaments of light.
he doesn't want to break her concentration, so he gives her time to sort it out further, and when he can't stand the wait anymore — )
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he knows she'll figure this out. it's a matter of time.
and when she does, and that little... light sphere appears in the shaded curve of her hand, he's grinning so hard he can feel his jaw ache with it. pride and joy in her accomplishment, because whatever that is. it has to be it. and it's unlike anything he's ever seen. there's no heat emanating from it, nothing fiery in that way. it's just. a ball bound up in all the dappled filaments of light.
he doesn't want to break her concentration, so he gives her time to sort it out further, and when he can't stand the wait anymore — )
Korra. Psst. Look down.