[Zenyatta reads the card. Then he re-reads it, and re-reads it again, for good measure. By the time he's finished the letters on the paper are glowing with a pale light, flushed with emotion and pleasure and above all else a sense of incredible gratitude for his student. For the warmth he feels radiating from each word.
He, too, takes his time to put together a "present" of his own before finally slipping an envelope through Auron's letterbox. The letters on this one glow in a similar fashion, as if written in molten gold:
Like a desert flower waiting for rain, like a river-bank thirsting for the touch of pitchers, like the dawn longing for light; and like a house, like a house in ruins for want of a woman - the exhausted ones of our times need a moment to breathe, need a moment to sleep, in the arms of peace, in the arms of peace.
When I look upon you I no longer see a shadow: I see the light that cast it. Never doubt how proud I am of you, Auron, or how much I admire the man you have proved yourself to be.
Always and most affectionately your teacher, - Zenyatta]
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oHHH NOOO AURON BLESS U
He, too, takes his time to put together a "present" of his own before finally slipping an envelope through Auron's letterbox. The letters on this one glow in a similar fashion, as if written in molten gold:
Like a desert flower waiting for rain,
like a river-bank thirsting for the touch of pitchers,
like the dawn
longing for light;
and like a house,
like a house in ruins for want of a woman -
the exhausted ones of our times
need a moment to breathe,
need a moment to sleep,
in the arms of peace, in the arms of peace.
When I look upon you I no longer see a shadow: I see the light that cast it. Never doubt how proud I am of you, Auron, or how much I admire the man you have proved yourself to be.
Always and most affectionately your teacher,
- Zenyatta]