LACE


"Why do you know how to sew?" Azula demanded. Ty Lee shrugged with a soft iono. "You must know. How could you not know?"

The princess's patience is tried. Ty Lee's is not.

"I just learned one day," Ty Lee says. Azula cannot believe this nonsense.

"Tell me. I am not going to get mad," the princess says sweetly, coaxing the words from her best friend.

"My mom taught me how to make nice stuff. She was a clothing merchant," Ty Lee explains.

"Why was that so hard?" Azula sighs.

"I didn't want you to think about…" Ty Lee blushes. She didn't want Azula to think about her parent's quasi-peasant past.

"About the fact that your mother sold clothes? Why would I care? Now fix this lace, will you?"