DRY

Azula starts a fire when she is eight.

Not intentionally. It isn't her fault that the grass is so dry. Someone should take better care of it, to be honest.

"I am going to get murdered," Azula whispers to Ty Lee. The only witness, but no one would take her word for anything.

"Don't get murdered," Ty Lee says before pulling Azula into a hug. "I can't live without you."

"I know," Azula says, shrugging Ty Lee off. "But my dad is not gonna be happy."

"I'm gonna tell him I did it."

"That you started a fire?" Azula cocks an eyebrow.

"Mhm. I will!" Ty Lee says in earnest.

"That's…" Sweet but stupid.

Azula likes sweet but stupid sentiments.