Zhao is with Ozai when he sees Azula for the first time. They speak of the war and their plans to conquer the North and the bending court is in their sight. He pauses mid-sentence and watches, intrigued. She is tiny, but fast, a streak of black and blue and red.
"Blue flames?" He is curious and casts a glance at his Fire Lord.
Ozai stands tall, back straight and full of pride. "Impressive is it not? Not even her dear cousin could bend blue flames."
"You must be proud."
Ozai chuckles. "She will be useful."
"My Lord is ambitious."
But how could Zhao fault him with such power and talent and grace packaged into one tiny frame? Zhao must fight the urge to smirk. The Fire Lord's ambitions could not hope to compare.