[ Mako is backstage, which is a place he really never thought he'd get so acquainted with. This is Bolin's thing, not his, but here he is, struggling with one of the lights, zapping it with small bursts of electricity from his fingers to try and get it working again.
Vyng's voice startles him just enough that he loses control of his latest spark and it goes flicking away toward Zuko instead, who hisses and flings herself from Mako's shoulder. Mako whirls toward her. ]
Sorry!
[ The dragon turns, puffed-up in anger, and huffs at him. ]
Zuko...
[ But she is ignoring him to scurry across the stage and down toward Vyng, trilling quietly. ]
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Vyng's voice startles him just enough that he loses control of his latest spark and it goes flicking away toward Zuko instead, who hisses and flings herself from Mako's shoulder. Mako whirls toward her. ]
Sorry!
[ The dragon turns, puffed-up in anger, and huffs at him. ]
Zuko...
[ But she is ignoring him to scurry across the stage and down toward Vyng, trilling quietly. ]