STRANGE FRUIT
Earth Kingdom bodies swinging in the cold Ba Sing Se breeze, frayed, cheap ropes around their necks. Scent of magnolias, clean and fresh. And the subtle smell of burning flesh.
Strange fruit hanging from the tall trees.
Blood on the leaves. And blood on the roots.
This is the scene before the three victorious girls.
Azula's hand creeps closer and closer to Ty Lee's and then she pulls it back, too nervous to make the move, even when drunk on victory.
"It doesn't look quite like those pastoral Earth Kingdom scenes hanging in the Fire Nation, does it?" says Mai.
Azula grabs Ty Lee's hand.
"It looks better," Azula replies as the acrobat stifles her grin and blushes.
Tentatively, Ty Lee squeezes.
Azula responds before their fingers break apart.
