Azula sat under an umbrella against ashen-colored sand. She wasn’t the best with having mindless fun, opting to lounge about while Aang, Zuko and the others made fools of themselves.

The concept of such a thing were still foreign to her, she still had much to learn now that she wasn’t the terrifying tool of her father that she used to be. But her moping would be put on hold as she saw you approaching.

“If you’re going to try and convince me to behave like a child, I’m not sorry to disappoint. It’s not happening, so save yourself the time and run along.”