escritorzuela

“I’m afraid.”

Ty Lee stood on the stick while Azula made a second ring of fire. Too close together for Ty Lee to land in between, her friend needed a jump powerful enough to surpass both.

“Fear is something to overcome,” Azula recited, primly. She didn’t make it sound as imposing as grandfather. “You want to be prepared for everything, right?”

Azula must have imagined the flash of frustration in Ty Lee’s face. She jumped and the ends of her braid caught a fire she put off with her own palms.

“Next time make it three rings!” Ty Lee bragged.