[He has borne witness before to astonishing feats wrought by those whom this crew comprises, yet awe fills his features all the same, just as he would be struck with awe still to witness the gods at work although they have granted him their divine aid before.]
By the gods upon high Olympus! How easily you bend the winds to your will! Why, if I knew no better I might think you the child of swift Aeolus, he who rules as king over the Four Winds.
[Translation: woah, that was super cool???]
How else might you tame the wind as man only tames animals? Will you show me, young Aang?
[Who's Aeol—you know what, never mind, it probably doesn't matter. (But along those same lines—what's an "Olympus"? All very important questions, best saved for later.) Instead, Aang merely shakes his head, an almost bashful expression crossing his face.]
I don't remember my parents. They gave me to the temple when I was a baby. But if I had to pick, I guess Monk Gyatso was kind of like my dad.
[Certainly an important figure in his life, and even now the name fills him both with a wave of happiness coupled with deep sadness. Maybe if he hadn't run away, Monk Gyatso would still be alive. Maybe....
But the world isn't built on maybes, so he shakes himself out of that.]
He's the one who taught me most of my airbending. I can show you more if you want, but I don't think I can teach you any of it.
Unfortunate is the boy who knows not his father, but glad it is indeed that still there was this priest to take you into his care and raise you to worship the gods. Well do I know that one need not share the selfsame blood to revere another as his father, for I regard noble Chiron in this manner too for all he has taught me.
[Although Achilles of course still had his father's house to which to return all the while he lived under the centaur's care. Nevertheless, he wishes to reassure the boy.]
Yet you misunderstand, for I do not suppose that I can wield such a strange craft as this, although my mother's divine blood flows through me. Men of my race learn not these gifts such that the gods might bestow upon one so blessed. The closest to godcraft we may come are the seers whose eyes have been touched by Phoebus Apollo.
I wish only to delight in the display of your skill, young Aang, beloved of Aeolus.
my eyes glazed over trying to read this tag on 4.5 hours of sleep
[Once again, Achilles spouts a whole lotta words Aang doesn't fully understand - selfsame, Chiron, Fee-buss Apolo?? - but he's captivated by Achilles' gravity all the same, buffeted by words that he can only assume are praises of some form or another. If Achilles wants to see more airbending, then surely he's gotta be doing something right.]
Sure! I can show you stuff whenever you want. There's a lotta stuff you can do with airbending - flip a cake onto someone's head, play airball, make a huge tornado. But if you wanna see real airbending, you should come for a ride on Appa! The sky bison are the first airbenders - no one can bend like they can.
By the gods! Never had I dreamed it possible to fly through the air as does the eagle or falcon, but this would be much to my liking indeed.
[Despite having spent the better part of a year trekking all over the far-flung corners of the universe, there is much yet for an Ancient Greek hero to experience for the first time.
Then the strangely matched pair likely find Appa and embark on an air bison excursion - and all the while Achilles spins classical mythological references that fly straight over Aang's shorn head.
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By the gods upon high Olympus! How easily you bend the winds to your will! Why, if I knew no better I might think you the child of swift Aeolus, he who rules as king over the Four Winds.
[Translation: woah, that was super cool???]
How else might you tame the wind as man only tames animals? Will you show me, young Aang?
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I don't remember my parents. They gave me to the temple when I was a baby. But if I had to pick, I guess Monk Gyatso was kind of like my dad.
[Certainly an important figure in his life, and even now the name fills him both with a wave of happiness coupled with deep sadness. Maybe if he hadn't run away, Monk Gyatso would still be alive. Maybe....
But the world isn't built on maybes, so he shakes himself out of that.]
He's the one who taught me most of my airbending. I can show you more if you want, but I don't think I can teach you any of it.
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[Although Achilles of course still had his father's house to which to return all the while he lived under the centaur's care. Nevertheless, he wishes to reassure the boy.]
Yet you misunderstand, for I do not suppose that I can wield such a strange craft as this, although my mother's divine blood flows through me. Men of my race learn not these gifts such that the gods might bestow upon one so blessed. The closest to godcraft we may come are the seers whose eyes have been touched by Phoebus Apollo.
I wish only to delight in the display of your skill, young Aang, beloved of Aeolus.
my eyes glazed over trying to read this tag on 4.5 hours of sleep
Sure! I can show you stuff whenever you want. There's a lotta stuff you can do with airbending - flip a cake onto someone's head, play airball, make a huge tornado. But if you wanna see real airbending, you should come for a ride on Appa! The sky bison are the first airbenders - no one can bend like they can.
u tried so hard, i'm proud of u
[Despite having spent the better part of a year trekking all over the far-flung corners of the universe, there is much yet for an Ancient Greek hero to experience for the first time.
Then the strangely matched pair likely find Appa and embark on an air bison excursion - and all the while Achilles spins classical mythological references that fly straight over Aang's shorn head.
The end.]