Azula was sitting by the pond accompanied by her two friends Mai and Thy Lee. For once she was just bored, not even teasing her two years older brother Zuko had helped her.
Zuko was at this time bored as well. But in his case it was just the normal boredom that he felt when his five-years-old sister had already teased him. In his thoughts the day was now over, nothing, absolutely nothing could happen the rest of the day. Training was over, Studying was over, even getting teased was over, so all what would happen is dinner in a few hours, but till then...
Ursa knew at least about Zukos boredom. That was the reason she sent a letter to a far away friend of hers. The reply said the only thing she expected from her childhood friend. She had allowed her daughter to spent her holidays in the Fire Nation to accompany Ursa's children. As she saw the date of the little One's approaching Ursa hurried to the harbor.
One hour later she walked towards her son's usually "place-to-spent-time-he-doesn't-need" with a little hand clenching into hers. She could sense that the girl was pretty nervous. So she decided to speak up.
"Hey, would you tell me your name? Or should I give you a name like "Lotus-flower-girl" or something?"
The answer came very silently. "S-Sorry, I didn't in-introduced mys-self earlier. My n-name is M-M-Mulan, b-but you can c-call me w-whatever you like, H-Highness." As it was out the six-year-old hastily looked away.
Ursa felt pity for the small girl in front of her in her pink robe which was never worn before for sure. How she shyly tucked a strain of hair behind her right hair and did not move when Ursa did not move.
She bent down to her level and spoke, "I'm sorry Mulan. I didn't mean to scare you. Please, you don't have to call me "Highness" and my children not so either, in the end you're here to play with them, hm?" and with a small smile she looked the girl straight in the black eyes.
"Um, okay, I guess, Mrs Ursa."
"Ursa, just Ursa, please."
"Okay, Justursa. Hihihi"
And with the girl laughing in a high pitched tone Ursa brought her to the balcony where her son would sit and glare over the city silently smiling and chuckling to herself.
