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Pretty Girl {FORWARD-DATED TO TOMORROW}
Sep. 18th, 2008 08:15 pmFor as long as she could remember, Azula had known that she was perfect.
She had been a perfect baby- never colicky, never too loud, and actually fairly docile. She had been a perfect child- dedicated to her firebending training, attentive at school, and good at avoiding the less-than-stellar influences of her mother and older brother. Now, all that work had paid off; she was a perfect young woman- in every single way.
Today she was fifteen years old- the most perfect fifteen-year-old in the world. Azula stood in front of her full-length mirror, calmly brushing her hair and reflecting on this fact. Her skin was pale (but not too pale) and free of any blemishes. Her facial features were sharp and definitive, but not too pronounced. Her hair was straight, silky, and easily managed. Her arms were strong but delicate-looking; her legs long and supple. Her chest was... well, not too large, but that was a good thing. To Azula, her looks were less about beauty and more about perfection- she was extremely pretty, and therefore, she was perfect in body as well as in mind and ability. And naturally, she was the prettiest girl in the world, too.
Before an event as important as this one, a whole host of servants would typically be bustling around her, busily preparing her hair and her clothes and her make-up. Today, however, she had dismissed them almost right away, preferring to be alone with her thoughts.
Azula took her time in dressing (putting on a set of deep red dress robes lined with gold thread), applying her lipstick, setting her hair in its usual topknot, and- last, but certainly not least- donning her crown.
Examining the finished product in the mirror, she was quite pleased with what she saw. She was ready to go down to the party.
She wondered if the second prettiest girl in the world would be there.
She had been a perfect baby- never colicky, never too loud, and actually fairly docile. She had been a perfect child- dedicated to her firebending training, attentive at school, and good at avoiding the less-than-stellar influences of her mother and older brother. Now, all that work had paid off; she was a perfect young woman- in every single way.
Today she was fifteen years old- the most perfect fifteen-year-old in the world. Azula stood in front of her full-length mirror, calmly brushing her hair and reflecting on this fact. Her skin was pale (but not too pale) and free of any blemishes. Her facial features were sharp and definitive, but not too pronounced. Her hair was straight, silky, and easily managed. Her arms were strong but delicate-looking; her legs long and supple. Her chest was... well, not too large, but that was a good thing. To Azula, her looks were less about beauty and more about perfection- she was extremely pretty, and therefore, she was perfect in body as well as in mind and ability. And naturally, she was the prettiest girl in the world, too.
Before an event as important as this one, a whole host of servants would typically be bustling around her, busily preparing her hair and her clothes and her make-up. Today, however, she had dismissed them almost right away, preferring to be alone with her thoughts.
Azula took her time in dressing (putting on a set of deep red dress robes lined with gold thread), applying her lipstick, setting her hair in its usual topknot, and- last, but certainly not least- donning her crown.
Examining the finished product in the mirror, she was quite pleased with what she saw. She was ready to go down to the party.
She wondered if the second prettiest girl in the world would be there.
