Jul. 7th, 2008

OOC: I know this virus is really supposed to be about having sex with the enemy, but we decided to forgo that because of the gigantic age difference (Azula's fourteen and Nancy's supposedly in her thirties). It'll still be wicked awkward anyway. XD

Azula, while not exactly a morning person, was typically an early riser. She often woke shortly after dawn to train- in the early morning, the palace grounds were next to empty (save from the odd servant here and there), and that was the way she liked it.

Today, however, the sky was only beginning to lighten when she became aware that someone else was in her bed. She wasn't awake enough to dispute this fact- her only objection was that whoever it was had pulled almost all the covers over to their side of the bed.

"Ty Lee, stop hogging the blankets," she muttered crossly, giving the corner of one a sharp tug.

OOC: Told you she'd think it was Ty Lee... XD
Azula knew from experience that when Ty Lee said "I'm coming anyway", she meant it- and for once, she wasn't in the mood to argue, or to threaten, or to fight.

She hated viruses.

The gardens were deserted, as she knew they would be- it was a couple of hours after midnight, after all. She didn't carry a candle, or anything that might alert someone to her presence. The full moon was bright enough to see by- and, having grown up here, she knew the grounds well.

She wasn't staying in her room, of course. Servants were working on fixing the bed, and the curtains, and the armoire- all of which had been burned during the... incident with that despicable woman. For the time being, Azula had relocated to one of the palace's many guest rooms, and while it was certainly spacious and comfortable, and and had all the amenities she desired, it wasn't her room.

It wasn't as though she couldn't handle anything less than the highest luxuries, of course- after all, how much time had she spent in the wilderness, searching for the Avatar?

At the moment, however, Azula wanted something familiar.

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