The lebih days that passed, the wearier Azula grew. She was tired of long flights on Appa listening to the Water Tribe siblings bicker. She was tired of setting up camp on chilly nights. And of finding some angkasa to sleep that provided enough distance from the gang. But that always left her a distance from the api, kebakaran and heaven forbid she tried to start her own.
She was tired of sleeping cold.
Most of all she was tired of trying to sleep with her mother talking so loudly in her ear.
Azula folded her arms over her chest, waiting for the Avatar and his Friends to mount Appa. She huffed in disgust....