4.14.13
Winter
It is snowing. Ursa sits by the window and stares outside as the streets and rooftops slowly disappear under a thick blanket of white.
The snow inevitably brings back a memory from so long ago, when she would never have dreamed that she'd ever see the the snow the way she was seeing it now. Ursa doodles idly on a small scrap of parchment, drawing and redrawing the intricate patterns of snowflakes.
There's a knock at the door. "Come in," Ursa calls. In comes Tuhai, carrying a tray of tea. The elderly woman sets a cup and teapot down in front of Ursa, who nods her thanks but doesn't move.
"Is something wrong?" Tuhai asks, and she takes the seat across Ursa, her green eyes bright against her dark skin.
Ursa sighs. "The snow... reminds me of someone."
Tuhai nods and doesn't ask anymore questions, for which Ursa is grateful. The old woman and everyone else in the little Earth Kingdom village have been kind to her, but she wonders if they would be so kind if they knew her husband was the Fire Lord...
Ursa doesn't notice when Tuhai picks up the empty tray and quietly leaves the room; she's too busy staring out the window, her cup of tea still untouched. "What have you done, Ozai?" she whispers, and her breath fogs up the glass.