CAREGIVER
"There's a storm coming, I think," says Ty Lee. "The birds are singing like it."
"The birds are singing like it?" Azula asks, cocking an eyebrow. She has a child on her lap and her focus has been on not dropping her or losing her or an owl-hawk grabbing her or something along those lines. She does not know how Ty Lee can even hear birds when their small daughter is outside in the dangerous courtyard.
"Yeah. Also there are a huge clouds up there that look really angry, but mostly I'd say the birds," Ty Lee says.
Azula laughs and nearly drops the one year old child.
It starts to rain. Said child starts to wail.
Azula hands the crying child to the bird song expert and goes inside before she gets more water on her skin.
