Starter Call Azula w/ Zuko @justbrcathe
Summer had barged its way into the end of Spring, cutting the humid rains that had inundated the island for the past week. Zuko arrived with the fresh, warm winds, laden with salt from the sea. Now the sky was clear and blue and cloudless, and her sixteenth birthday was coming soon. After the morning meal, which the Fire Lord so graciously joined them for so he could fumble his way through the complexities of bowls and rituals which the scribes so deeply loved, she met him on the Eastern Porch, overlooking the lotus pond. He dressed simply, in almost common clothes. No full regalia for visiting a monastery of scribes and a disgraced princess. It wasn't as if Azula had on much more: the plain black robe of the scribes, and that was about it.
"I didn't expect to see you so soon, after your last visit," Azula admitted. Her hands tucked into her robe sleeves. Her eyes narrowed. He had gotten taller, and broader since they last met. The regular meals of the palace had filled out his frame. Did she look the same to him? Or still skinny and thin. There were no mirrors in the monastery. Azula did not know what she looked like. "Did you... have any success in finding father's letters?"
If he had, Azula would not expect to see him again. He would have no reason to return to this island. Certainly not to see her.
"Or, perhaps you've hit another dead end in your search?"