Azula studied this...creature that they had been sent to retrieve. For all intents and purposes she appeared human enough, but her mannerisms were more primal. Her stance, the look in her eyes...and those teeth.
If Azula wasn't half convinced this was all part of her madness taking over her life, she might be more cautious about letting her see them. But Alex was like her, he enjoyed putting on a show.
If the former fire nation princess was completely honest with herself, she'd lost a bit of taste for the performance. But she would play her part in this. Perhaps if she was lucky there might be a fight and she'd get to burn off some of this pent up energy and aggression she'd felt since being conjured into this world.
She was in an older style of clothing, various shades of red clothes, some leather bracers on her arms, and shoes that come to a point. Gold accents completed the outfit with a bit of flair and reminded her of the finery she'd left behind.
She studied this woman, this potential ally. Her own eyes sharp as a hawk picking apart the little details. Her own stance was confident and strong, it had taken her hours to brush away the insecurities and overwhelming rage that Ursa had left her with.
Anyone who had known her would be able to tell that she still wasn't on the same level she had once been. But for now this would do for interacting with strangers.
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If Azula wasn't half convinced this was all part of her madness taking over her life, she might be more cautious about letting her see them. But Alex was like her, he enjoyed putting on a show.
If the former fire nation princess was completely honest with herself, she'd lost a bit of taste for the performance. But she would play her part in this. Perhaps if she was lucky there might be a fight and she'd get to burn off some of this pent up energy and aggression she'd felt since being conjured into this world.
She was in an older style of clothing, various shades of red clothes, some leather bracers on her arms, and shoes that come to a point. Gold accents completed the outfit with a bit of flair and reminded her of the finery she'd left behind.
She studied this woman, this potential ally. Her own eyes sharp as a hawk picking apart the little details. Her own stance was confident and strong, it had taken her hours to brush away the insecurities and overwhelming rage that Ursa had left her with.
Anyone who had known her would be able to tell that she still wasn't on the same level she had once been. But for now this would do for interacting with strangers.