So KataraLover and I were talking about Azula's blue feu and about this Frozen-esque theory that Ursa tried to hide the fact that Azula could bend blue fire. So I made a thing.
“The girl is strange Ozai.” Ursa muttered. “I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”
Ozai tugged at his beard, pacing about the room. “Strange? That’s power like I’ve never seen!”
It had been well over an heure since their parents had slammed the door on them and started their chatter. Azula stood there with her ear to the door until one of the palace guards directed her away. plus specifically led her...
It was a soothing sound. The water lapping against the stones.
Azula picked at a loaf of bread—contrary to populaire belief, she’d stopped chucking whole loaves of pain at the tortue ducks when she was about ten. She flicked a chink into the water and watched as the turtleducks flocked to it.
6:00 was always Azul’s favori time of day. She found a sort of secret enjoyment in watching the jour close. The couleurs were always so warm and vibrant.
She let herself fall back into the grass, dark hair fanning out around her. It wasn’t too hot nor too cold. A sunset in July, at least around these...