No one could really say for certain exactly how long Azula had been sitting there staring with her eyes down cast. Azula couldn’t even say for certain how long it had been.
There was a chair resting in the corner of the room and a kama on the other side.
But the girl had seated herself in the middle of the floor, having no motivation to get up and ilipat to a madami comfy place.
At this point, she hadn’t even the motivation to keep herself up right at all. And so she let her body slump completely to the ground.
The carpet looked rather nice. It was symmetrical and well cleaned. A burgundy color, deep red with off brown colored diamonds spotted randomly about. It was fuzzy and soft to the touch and smelled rather Earthly…like clay maybe. It was a pleasant scent but it wasn’t putrid either. It was kind of just hanging there, a tactless odor.
Azula appreciated it and all its perfection…
Well its perfection aside from that one small grey rock someone had tracked in.
Even textiles were closer to perfection than she.
She let a tear slip from her eye. It fell from her lashes and slid to her cheeks until it tainted that oh so perfect carpeting.
And another tear came. This over the silliest thing; she had ruined it. She had ruined the carpet’s perfection just like she ruined everything else.
Azula was alone so it was ligtas to cry. But honestly if someone were to catch her…well she hadn’t any dignity to lose anyhow. It would just be another shame for her to wallow in. And so she continued to let the tears fall…
Fall until she could feel small tremors in her body from crying so bitterly. Her body visibly shaking from the strain of it all.
She hoped no one would see her. But somehow, at the same time, that’s all she wanted. She was strong or bravo enough to cry in front of anyone. But God how she wanted someone to see her cry. To realize that she needed someone to comfort her. To hug her. To hold her.
At this point she didn’t care who provided sinabi care.
If someone she’d passed sa pamamagitan ng only once on the kalye came and hugged her close, whispering words of hope and love. She be content to let them.
But it was not likely to happen. She hadn’t a single visitor since she got there—aside from the nurses and an occasional hallucination. Zuko was too busy for her. He had a nation to run, a uwak to uphold. A crown that was supposed to be hers.
Her father was in no better condition than she, resting in his cold, dank prison cell. He wasn’t in any position to visit her even if he wanted to…
He probably didn’t, she’d shamed him just as much as Zuko at this point.
And of course Mai and Ty-Lee never stopped by, despite all their time and freedom. Why would they, they hated her just as much as everyone else did. She tried desperately to push them out of her mind, they’re betrayal struck the hardest. She didn’t expect Zuko to care for her. Ozai wasn’t exactly the pamagat holder of ‘father of the year’. But those two…they were always so…loyal.
Azula slapped her palm, several times, against the carpet in frustration. It’s padding suffocation the sound.
A sudden desire to tare her nails through it overtook Azula. She wanted nothing madami than to mar its perfection beyond recognition. At least something would be beneath her.
So she took to scratching at the carpet, only causing meniscal damage to the fuzzy pattern.
She and the carpet were madami alike than she had initially thought; both were so low to the ground and she now realized that—much like herself—it would take years and years of wear and tear to break it down.
At that Azula stopped clawing at the ground and simply lie there—fresh out of tears—gazing at the wall, listening to her own breathing as it settled back into a madami regular pattern.
The words “help me” lying just on her tongue, dying to be spoken.
To anyone.
To no one.
There came a knock on the door. Azula knew she had only a few moments to umakda herself before the door clicked open. She pulled herself up, dried her eyes, and quickly moved herself to the bed. Where which she now feigned sleep.
“You have a visitor.” The voice chimed.
Azula barely moved her head…if any movement was made at all.
Her visitor positioned him or herself at the foot of Azula’s kama and placed his or her arm on the princess’ shoulder.
“Zu-Zu?” She murmured without so much as a glance up.
“He’s at home.” Came a reply.
Azula rolled onto her back, a position that allowed her to see her visitor.
Ursa gently took Azula’s hand, rubbing her palm with her thumb.
“I didn’t want you to feel like we’ve forgotten you.”
“But you have.” Azula’s response was automatic. At this point she wasn’t even going to try to hide her delirious conversations. Everyone knew, sa pamamagitan ng now, that she had a habit of talking to things that weren’t really there.
“I promise you, Zuko has tried very hard to come and see you…”
“You’re telling me what I want to hear.” Azula clenched her teeth and turned back on her side, back facing her mother.
“What you want to hear is the truth.” Ursa’s arm was back on Azula’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “I’m here to take you tahanan Azula.”
Azula allowed herself a short and mapait laugh. “You can’t take me tahanan because you aren’t really here.”
Ursa turned to the nurse, who in turn confirmed her presence.
Azula fell silent. But only for a moment before picking up where she had left off in her fit of tears. And finally…for once, someone was there for her when she cried.
Someone was there to hold her close…her mother’s embrace warm and inviting. Someone was there to reassure her…Ursa’s words spoken soft and soothing. And when the time called for it, the silence between the two was calm.
Azula found herself clutching her mother’s robes tightly in her fists as she cried into the woman’s shoulder. If it bothered her any, she didn’t speak it. Instead the woman continued tracing her hand over Azula’s back in small soothing circles like she had done for the girl when she was just a child.
It soon dawned on Azula that she could tell if the tears were the product of overwhelming sadness or of new joy at the knowledge of her mother actually caring…at the knowledge of going home.
“You ready to?” Ursa asked after a few madami minutes.
Azula dried her eyes once madami and nodded.
Her mother smiled. “Let’s get you tahanan then.” She paused, and with a laugh added, “I’m sure the servants will be thrilled to have to pamper us both.”
Azula let a smile spread across her face.
She took one last back at the freshly torn carpet; someone would repair it soon.
There was a chair resting in the corner of the room and a kama on the other side.
But the girl had seated herself in the middle of the floor, having no motivation to get up and ilipat to a madami comfy place.
At this point, she hadn’t even the motivation to keep herself up right at all. And so she let her body slump completely to the ground.
The carpet looked rather nice. It was symmetrical and well cleaned. A burgundy color, deep red with off brown colored diamonds spotted randomly about. It was fuzzy and soft to the touch and smelled rather Earthly…like clay maybe. It was a pleasant scent but it wasn’t putrid either. It was kind of just hanging there, a tactless odor.
Azula appreciated it and all its perfection…
Well its perfection aside from that one small grey rock someone had tracked in.
Even textiles were closer to perfection than she.
She let a tear slip from her eye. It fell from her lashes and slid to her cheeks until it tainted that oh so perfect carpeting.
And another tear came. This over the silliest thing; she had ruined it. She had ruined the carpet’s perfection just like she ruined everything else.
Azula was alone so it was ligtas to cry. But honestly if someone were to catch her…well she hadn’t any dignity to lose anyhow. It would just be another shame for her to wallow in. And so she continued to let the tears fall…
Fall until she could feel small tremors in her body from crying so bitterly. Her body visibly shaking from the strain of it all.
She hoped no one would see her. But somehow, at the same time, that’s all she wanted. She was strong or bravo enough to cry in front of anyone. But God how she wanted someone to see her cry. To realize that she needed someone to comfort her. To hug her. To hold her.
At this point she didn’t care who provided sinabi care.
If someone she’d passed sa pamamagitan ng only once on the kalye came and hugged her close, whispering words of hope and love. She be content to let them.
But it was not likely to happen. She hadn’t a single visitor since she got there—aside from the nurses and an occasional hallucination. Zuko was too busy for her. He had a nation to run, a uwak to uphold. A crown that was supposed to be hers.
Her father was in no better condition than she, resting in his cold, dank prison cell. He wasn’t in any position to visit her even if he wanted to…
He probably didn’t, she’d shamed him just as much as Zuko at this point.
And of course Mai and Ty-Lee never stopped by, despite all their time and freedom. Why would they, they hated her just as much as everyone else did. She tried desperately to push them out of her mind, they’re betrayal struck the hardest. She didn’t expect Zuko to care for her. Ozai wasn’t exactly the pamagat holder of ‘father of the year’. But those two…they were always so…loyal.
Azula slapped her palm, several times, against the carpet in frustration. It’s padding suffocation the sound.
A sudden desire to tare her nails through it overtook Azula. She wanted nothing madami than to mar its perfection beyond recognition. At least something would be beneath her.
So she took to scratching at the carpet, only causing meniscal damage to the fuzzy pattern.
She and the carpet were madami alike than she had initially thought; both were so low to the ground and she now realized that—much like herself—it would take years and years of wear and tear to break it down.
At that Azula stopped clawing at the ground and simply lie there—fresh out of tears—gazing at the wall, listening to her own breathing as it settled back into a madami regular pattern.
The words “help me” lying just on her tongue, dying to be spoken.
To anyone.
To no one.
There came a knock on the door. Azula knew she had only a few moments to umakda herself before the door clicked open. She pulled herself up, dried her eyes, and quickly moved herself to the bed. Where which she now feigned sleep.
“You have a visitor.” The voice chimed.
Azula barely moved her head…if any movement was made at all.
Her visitor positioned him or herself at the foot of Azula’s kama and placed his or her arm on the princess’ shoulder.
“Zu-Zu?” She murmured without so much as a glance up.
“He’s at home.” Came a reply.
Azula rolled onto her back, a position that allowed her to see her visitor.
Ursa gently took Azula’s hand, rubbing her palm with her thumb.
“I didn’t want you to feel like we’ve forgotten you.”
“But you have.” Azula’s response was automatic. At this point she wasn’t even going to try to hide her delirious conversations. Everyone knew, sa pamamagitan ng now, that she had a habit of talking to things that weren’t really there.
“I promise you, Zuko has tried very hard to come and see you…”
“You’re telling me what I want to hear.” Azula clenched her teeth and turned back on her side, back facing her mother.
“What you want to hear is the truth.” Ursa’s arm was back on Azula’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “I’m here to take you tahanan Azula.”
Azula allowed herself a short and mapait laugh. “You can’t take me tahanan because you aren’t really here.”
Ursa turned to the nurse, who in turn confirmed her presence.
Azula fell silent. But only for a moment before picking up where she had left off in her fit of tears. And finally…for once, someone was there for her when she cried.
Someone was there to hold her close…her mother’s embrace warm and inviting. Someone was there to reassure her…Ursa’s words spoken soft and soothing. And when the time called for it, the silence between the two was calm.
Azula found herself clutching her mother’s robes tightly in her fists as she cried into the woman’s shoulder. If it bothered her any, she didn’t speak it. Instead the woman continued tracing her hand over Azula’s back in small soothing circles like she had done for the girl when she was just a child.
It soon dawned on Azula that she could tell if the tears were the product of overwhelming sadness or of new joy at the knowledge of her mother actually caring…at the knowledge of going home.
“You ready to?” Ursa asked after a few madami minutes.
Azula dried her eyes once madami and nodded.
Her mother smiled. “Let’s get you tahanan then.” She paused, and with a laugh added, “I’m sure the servants will be thrilled to have to pamper us both.”
Azula let a smile spread across her face.
She took one last back at the freshly torn carpet; someone would repair it soon.
What's your bending? Find out here!
1.Where is the place you like to live at?
a.Something a bit cold with air.
b.Surrounded sa pamamagitan ng water.
c.Hot, summer is my type.
d.Anywhere
e.Under the moon.
f.All of the above
2. Favourite color?
a. White
b.Blue
c. Red
d.Brown
e.Red mixed with blue
f. Rainbow, all of the above with purple.
3.How do you describe yourself?
a. Fun
b. Motherly / Fatherly
c. Emotional sometimes
d. Steady
e.Creepy
f.Mysterious
4.What is your hobby?
a. Air gliding!!
b. Swimming!'
c. Play dangerous things.
d.Drawing
e.Hid someone somewhere.
f. All of the above except hiding someone somewhere!
Results
Mostly A's - Air
Mostly B's - Water
Mostly C's - Fire
Mostly D's - Earth
Mostly E's - Blodd
Mostly F's - awatara
I'm the Avatar! You gotta deal with it!
1.Where is the place you like to live at?
a.Something a bit cold with air.
b.Surrounded sa pamamagitan ng water.
c.Hot, summer is my type.
d.Anywhere
e.Under the moon.
f.All of the above
2. Favourite color?
a. White
b.Blue
c. Red
d.Brown
e.Red mixed with blue
f. Rainbow, all of the above with purple.
3.How do you describe yourself?
a. Fun
b. Motherly / Fatherly
c. Emotional sometimes
d. Steady
e.Creepy
f.Mysterious
4.What is your hobby?
a. Air gliding!!
b. Swimming!'
c. Play dangerous things.
d.Drawing
e.Hid someone somewhere.
f. All of the above except hiding someone somewhere!
Results
Mostly A's - Air
Mostly B's - Water
Mostly C's - Fire
Mostly D's - Earth
Mostly E's - Blodd
Mostly F's - awatara
I'm the Avatar! You gotta deal with it!
I had a dream.
I was came back from school, when i see Appa down.
susunod to him was Katara,Aang,Sokka and Toph. I go ther and ask <<what happent>>.Aang sagot <<Appa is sick>>.After that I did well Appa.We fly all over the world and we changed dimension and we go to a cave.There was a room.I go in and then a sliding happened.From one were my and Toph and the others were from other.Then Toph ipakita me the way.There were three elements.Earth,water and fire.Have to choose one.I choose earth. When we get out I realized that now I was a real earthbender.
I was came back from school, when i see Appa down.
susunod to him was Katara,Aang,Sokka and Toph. I go ther and ask <<what happent>>.Aang sagot <<Appa is sick>>.After that I did well Appa.We fly all over the world and we changed dimension and we go to a cave.There was a room.I go in and then a sliding happened.From one were my and Toph and the others were from other.Then Toph ipakita me the way.There were three elements.Earth,water and fire.Have to choose one.I choose earth. When we get out I realized that now I was a real earthbender.