Azula

It was a soothing sound. The water lapping against the stones.

Azula picked at a loaf of bread—contrary to popular belief, she’d stopped chucking whole loaves of tinapay at the pagong 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 paborito time of day. She found a sort of secret enjoyment in watching the araw close. The mga kulay 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...

“I’m such an idiot, Momo!” the awatara boy said
As he bitterly thumped his fist on his head.
Momo did not reply
But gazed hypnotically, wide-eyed at the boy….

“What would Katara say?” he mused;
“ ‘Don’t beat yourself up, Sweetie, you’re only confused’ ?“
“What would Sokka, her brother, advise?
‘Well, since I’m much smarter, you’re so right to surmise!’ ?
What would Toph say?” he thought of her too….
“ ‘Why beat yourself up before I’m through with you?’ ?
And I suppose Zuko would simply yell:
‘You idiot! Can’t you tell?
It’s as plain as distinguishing...