Azula had changed. Ursa knew she had missed six years of her daughter's life. No excuses, she should expect her children to be distant. Zuko, now Fire Lord Zuko, had come around. Kiyi was still slightly traumatized by her old face, yet Azula merely tolerated her presence. Ursa was determined to speak to her child despite Iroh's and Zuko's objections.
"I gave birth to her. No matter what, I will always remember that," she told them.
It was late into the night when Ursa ventured to Azula's old room. The princess agreed to return under certain restrictions from the fire lord. Ursa did not like how the girl refused to partake in any family affairs, however. Now, was the best time to talk to her.
Without regard for privacy, Ursa opened the door only to be dismayed at the sight of her daughter wrapped in the silk sheets of her bed with none other than the avatar. She knew of Avatar Aang's relationship with Katara, yet the peaceful, sleeping face of her daughter's was a beautiful sight to behold.
Ursa decided to wait before speaking with her and quietly left the room.
On a different day in the early morning hours, Ursa took two mugs of tea to the royal gardens. As expected, Azula was seated under the shade tree gently feeding the turtleducks.
"I'm sure you're here to berate me and tell me of how dumb I was," said the young woman, waving away the tea. "I'm over 20 years old now, Mother".
Ursa took a seat at her right, and gave a smile to the tiny bundle in her daughter's arms.
"Now you know the woes of a mother," she said sweetly. "If you wish to talk, I am all ears".
Azula said nothing, instead feeding a breadcrumb to her little boy. Even in their silence and Azula's heartbreak, Ursa counted their time together as a small victory for both of them.
