阿祖拉 | Azula

Why would I disappear? She vanished from my world, so I vanished from hers? But they're not supposed to be connected; things aren't supposed to affect each other like that.

This is wrong.

... Do any of you even make plans for what would happen if you or one of your... one of your associates disappeared? Or do you just ignore the fact that it could happen?

I want to live to be one hundred.

We've been getting gifts delivered to the palace all week now-- even more so than usual, because nobody is coming for a celebration themselves. It's mostly artwork or heirlooms; they're never personal, obviously. Yesterday we received an antique vase that looks good in the portrait hall, but other than that, nothing has been all that interesting or of note.

I'll be off-world, and I'll be going out to a spa with someone in the afternoon, but other than that I have nothing planned. It'll seem odd for my birthday to just be like any other day, especially since it's my sixteenth.

Is this what it's like for commoners?

At least I didn't wake up with anyone this morning. Especially there.

I'm not even going to get into how many inappropriate "quizzes" I came across on this particular website.

( Cut for a buttload of random quiz meme things ffffff )

I find it amusing that I apparently have the historical and political knowledge of an "average American" when my score was abysmal (not that there's anything wrong with that; after all, I'm not an American). And as for the last one, and all others like it, it's illogical to think that answering a few innocuous questions or choosing a particular picture could say anything meaningful about your personality. Coincidentally, this particular one wasn't all that inaccurate-- except I don't have a protective streak.

My sixteenth birthday is in about two and a half months. On my world, most people of royal and noble class marry when they're that age, and most of those marriages are arranged at least a year or so before that. As it stands, I'm already falling behind everyone else; no matter how much parents may want their son to marry the Fire Lord, they're not going to wait around forever. Whenever I do go back, I'll be stuck with someone that was unwanted by all the others for some reason-- because his family has a shameful history, or because he's a pervert, or because he's thirty years older than me. The Fire Lord will be given the last pick.

Things aren't supposed to be this backwards.

OOC: Marginally related to this.

[There's the sound of paper rustling, and of a chair creaking slightly]

Give me a sentence. Use the voice post function, but keep the volume down.

OOC: She's stepping up her game, yo.