NOTES: Pacific Rim AU with daemons (like a bajillion others out there). May or may not have more written.

Echoes Of Who We Are

Hiro mantles as Mako tilts the umbrella back the better to see the incoming Sikorsky.

"Sensei's great hope," he mutters, grumpily in Japanese. "Who hasn't piloted a Jaeger in over five years!"

"Shush," Mako hushes him, in spite of the rebellion that burns within her breast. "He is sensei's choice."

As sensei descends from the chopper's door, Alla leaps down, great and graceful, stepping around the puddles with a feline fastidiousness. It affords Mako the opportunity to regard the man who pauses to take stock of the Shatterdome, his fingers just brushing the head of his dæmon – an Alaskan husky – as she pauses by his leg.

Frustration beats in her breast; Mako strives to conquer her expression. Whatever she thinks of Raleigh Becket and his suitability to be Gipsy Danger's pilot, she will not show it externally.

The umbrella is offered to sensei, he hands it to Becket, along with introductions.

When their eyes meet, all Mako can think is that he was not what she was expecting. She says as much to sensei, knowing he will understand, thinking that Becket will not.

The husky bares her teeth and Becket tilts his chin up and answers her in Japanese.

Mako flushes, caught out. Hiro fluffs his feathers, embarrassed for them both. Her apology is sufficient for Becket, but when she glances down at his dæmon, the husky's tongue is lolling out in a broad canine grin.

tbc?

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