[Azula has been feeling tense and foreboding since the dream began, so the odd shift in the dream seems entirely lost on her.
She very nearly- very nearly- skips past the beach house, but- no. No, it's relevant. So she leads him first down along the beach to their old home. It's much as she remembered it, the door closed- no sign of whether the interior is still as it was in childhood, or if it was gutted of flammable materials as it had been when she and Zuko last visited.]
This was our summer home. Obviously it pales in comparison to the royal palace, but it was still the finest home on the island.
["This place is depressing."
The front door suddenly falls open, revealing an interior that's long abandoned and ransacked, and she scowls and slams it closed again before stalking away from the house entirely without a word.]
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She very nearly- very nearly- skips past the beach house, but- no. No, it's relevant. So she leads him first down along the beach to their old home. It's much as she remembered it, the door closed- no sign of whether the interior is still as it was in childhood, or if it was gutted of flammable materials as it had been when she and Zuko last visited.]
This was our summer home. Obviously it pales in comparison to the royal palace, but it was still the finest home on the island.
["This place is depressing."
The front door suddenly falls open, revealing an interior that's long abandoned and ransacked, and she scowls and slams it closed again before stalking away from the house entirely without a word.]