Her mind is always whirling and tumbling, nearly as much as her body. So often has she been captivated by some passing object of interest.
But this is new. Not an uncommon occurrence these days - Azula's call to arms, while an undesired problem, had at least proved to be of some value in the form of new experiences.
She couldn't stop picturing his bright blue eyes and dusky brown skin. It was an unusual combination; unheard of in the Fire Nation.
And his aura… It was so bright, yet filled with bitterness and regret.
Perhaps their paths would cross again.