Crossed the Sea
The sun rose as Azula and Ty Lee sat on the beach during the last days of their forced vacation. Ty Lee kept stealing glances at the princess but pretended to gaze only at the ocean. Azula had her eyes fixed on the skies.
"It looks infinite. The ocean," said Ty Lee, hoping Azula would at least acknowledge her.
Azula replied, "It is not."
"How big is it, princess?" Ty Lee twisted and turned and settled staring at Azula with warmth and love in her eyes.
"Very big, but all charted. It ends here and there," said Azula, not looking away. She never would first; she was in control.
"Who charted it?" Ty Lee asked, twisting her braid on her fingers. It worked on most, but maybe not Azula. Normal rules never applied to her.
"Explorers," said Azula, shrugging it off.
"We should be explorers, princess," Ty Lee said dreamily.
"We are better than that," Azula replied shortly, picking up a fistful of sand. "We are conquerors. Explorers look at new lands; we claim them."
"Then let's cross the ocean and start conquering," said Ty Lee and Azula laughed. "I mean it. Let's just… start swimming and see where we end up."
"We would end up dead," said Azula. "I can swim well but not that well."
"Azula…" Ty Lee whispered, trying to sound husky but just feeling foolish. "Let's cross the sea. Come on. Please, please, please, princess."
"Maybe sometime," said Azula, which was a huge gesture coming from her. She never entertained Ty Lee's wild ideas. "But I've had enough of that for a lifetime."
Ty Lee closed her eyes and lied down.
Azula did too.