Gardened Together
"Gardening is for servants and peasants. My brother pays people to do that," Azula said, sitting down on a stone chair with her drink in hand. She had no patience for this insanity. "Ever since you lived on that peasant island you have forgotten your noble blood."
"I never was much of a noble," said Ty Lee as she knelt and began tugging at weeds. It scratched up her hands since she lacked gloves but she kept quiet about the pain since she still had hope she would convince Azula to join her. "My dad got his money late in life and all."
"Hm." Azula shrugged.
"I was gonna become a soldier 'cause we were poor," Ty Lee added and Azula shrugged again. "But you're really right to think Kyoshi Island changed me. It definitely did. They had gardens there and it was so fun. You couldn't plant in winter thought which was so annoying and—I'm, I'm sorry, princess, I didn't mean to bore you."
Azula nodded. "I accept your apology."
Ty Lee started working while Azula watched with mild interest. She was more interested in studying the attractive girl she loved her whole life than looking at the dull flowers her mother adored far more than her father ever did.
(And she was daddy's little girl.)
When Ty Lee glanced up at Azula once or twice, she thought about the gardening she really wanted to do with Azula.
She wanted to pluck all of the dead flowers growing in her heart and take all her sadness away and plant lovely fire-lilies and snow-lilacs covering every inch of her beautiful soul to give her all the happiness that somebody as lovely as Princess Azula deserved.
But Ty Lee did not know how to do that.
So she just tried to occasionally smile brightly enough at Azula that they would garden with each other.
But Ty Lee had no luck.
They never gardened together.