[If he follows the music, Aang will find Mithos underneath the tree, head bent and eyes closed as if in prayer, the panpipes held to his mouth. Today, he is not a shuddering child when he plays the familiar tunes. For the first time in a long time, he has a small seed of purpose growing inside him. His heart still aches; everything still lays in jagged pieces at his feet; he is still lost and alone and small. But he has found a foothold.
He just needs time.
He won't notice Aang just yet, lost deep in the music.]
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He just needs time.
He won't notice Aang just yet, lost deep in the music.]