[ @rcsilience the thing ]
Laughing wasn’t common in the royal palace of the Firenation.
Bickering yes - but laughing? A young boy yelling at his sister telling
her to stop. A young girl laughing at the words her brother spoke. She
didn’t care and she probably would NEVER stop getting her older brother
into trouble for the things SHE did.
Today was such a day that Zuko wished his sister was NEVER born.
She was burning the flowers ( their mothers flowers ) in the garden and
Zuko was trying to pull her hands away, tried her to stop but she just
pushed him into the dirt and laughed at him yet again before she walked
away like nothing has happened.
Now the young prince sat there. Pale hands flat on the dirty ground while
he could feel the anger within him. His mother wasn’t there to protect him
at this moment - and when his father would have been there he would have
told him to let Azula do whatever she pleased to do. “This is UNFAIR!”
the young boy spoke to himself before he finally got up from the ground.
Trying to swat away the dirt from his clothing he looked around for a moment
and catched a glimpse of a girl standing nearby.
His mother stood in front of her and a guard next to her. Like she had just
arrived here. Slowly Zuko walked closer. He stopped when he was behind a
tree. Peeking over to his mother, the little girl and the guard he could hear the
voice of his mother. As always it was so soft, warm and welcoming while she
leaned down to look at the girl with a smile on her lips. Zuko could SEE that
the girl didn’t belong here. He could see her blue eyes, her tanned skin - no
she wasn’t from the Firenation.
The young prince was quiet while he kept watching the scenery. He watched
his mother placing a hand on the girls shoulder, and watched when the guard
left. At that moment Zuko just wanted to turn and leave as well but he already
felt the look of his mother on him and he widened his eyes for a moment before
he hid behind the tree. She would want him to introduce himself, would
want him to show some MANNERS towards a guest.
And he was right. Just a few moments after he was behind the tree he could
hear his mother approach and before he could run away she was in front of
him. “We have a guest Zuko - be nice to her. She...- has gone through a lot.
Your father won’t approve of her presence, and so you have to be nice to her,
show her that she is WELCOME here with us” she spoke and Zuko frowned,
head turning to look at the girl that still stood where she was the whole time.
“Yes mother -” he then just said. Ursa, with a gentle smile, placed her hand on
his cheek for a moment before she walked away.
For a few more minutes Zuko kept standing behind that tree before he turned and
peeked at the girl again. “Hey -- you, what is your name?” he asked, still
behind the tree, just his head and one hand visible. “Where are you from?”
