Of Burnt Badgermoles and Broken Dragons

by sappho-anaktoria

Azula never expected to leave the asylum; she never, ever expected anyone to care enough about her. But that's not the reason–it can't be. No one cares about her, and no one ever will. It makes no difference to her where she rots. [AzulaxToph] Spread the love, people :3

10. Visits

The visitor was back.

Mint green eyes peered at Azula through dark brown locks, and there was a little smile on her face. She sat just outside the cell, soft toy prancing along as she hummed.

"What's your name?"

The little voice interrupted her song, and Azula jumped in surprise. With a sneer, she ignored the question. The child leaned forward, placing the soft toy inside the bars.

"This is Terra. It means earth, according to my Mom. And it sounds fiercesome." Her hand released the toy, and she held it out to Azula in a small handshake.

"I'm Lin."