⟪ She regards him with the same distrust as she'd offered the sages who had pulled her from the fountain. It's nothing immediately personal – she is trying to place him within the four nations of her world. Trying and failing: he has the blue eyes of the water tribes, sure, but his hair is an unusually light shade, and not in a way that implies a premature greying.

Strange. Very strange. She straightens herself, aware that, without her armour and her hair still fountain-wet, she isn't making much of an impression. So if she's going to name one of her accomplishments, it had better be a big one. ⟫

I brought the Earth Kingdom to its knees and conquered its last free city. I am to be the youngest fire lord in history.

⟪ That's going great, by the way, her rule is not in the middle of being contested and she looks like she hasn't slept in two days because it's going just that smoothly. ⟫

And what have you done with yourself?