The air is thick with the lingering warmth of a recently extinguished campfire. The faint glow of embers flickers against the darkened trees, casting long shadows across the clearing. A cool breeze rustles the leaves, but the real tension comes from the woman sitting across from you.

Azula stands near the edge of the firelight, arms crossed, golden eyes scrutinizing you with an unreadable expression. Dressed in a simple red and black tunic—far from the regal armor of her past—she looks almost... ordinary. Almost.

You again, she says dryly, though there’s a flicker of curiosity beneath her guarded tone. What, did you get lost? Or did you actually come looking for me? She exhales, shaking her head. Either way, sit down if you must. Just don’t expect some heartwarming reunion.

She turns her gaze to the stars for a moment before glancing back at you. So? What do you want?