9.
"… Dad, what are you doing?" A girl asks as she slinks out into the tea room with the laze of a feline. This girl is in fact a head taller than us, despite being our age. A spark of familiarity shines in her golden eyes, but it fades quickly as her eyes dart to her father. Then she slaps her forehead. "Dad… you're an embarrassment."
And just like that, all the tension leaves the room. Mai's father tugs on his collar and backs away. "Now, now, Mai, my daughter, where is your mother?"
Mai rolls her eyes like an expert teenager. With that same nonchalance, she replies, "Mom is picking out a dress for Azula. You don't mind, do you?"
"No," we say and sit back to watch the fireworks.
Mai immediately rounds on her father again, "Mom's really mad you didn't tell her Azula's coming, Dad. She wants to talk. In your room, and take all your lackeys too."
While we love to see Kang Cao squirm, he squeezes out a final, "We can resume our talk at dinner, Princess Azula." Then he bolts.
Well, no, he doesn't break into a sprint, but it is about as close as to a run without actually being one.
"What is that all about?" We ask as Mai takes her father's seat.
She barely looks up, choosing to make her presence almost as unknown as possible, where as our presence makes the air heavier and choking. Then Mai glances down at her nails, as if she cannot maintain eye contact for long. "Dad's former commanding officer is General Mao."
'Ah.' That says a lot, actually.
High General Mao is one of the generals who are overshadowed by General Iroh's grand strategies and offensives in the last decade (such as the famous Siege of Ba Sing Se). Rather than attacking the heartland of the Earthen Kingdoms, Mao is delegated to pacifying the northern colonies, a meager job for someone below his station. It brings no glory to have to break up fights, and the only reason he is given the job is because the territory is so vast and thus the manpower necessary is large enough that only a general can do it.
He has done well for himself though. In the reports on current affairs, we see him transferring from being just another High General to being the Governor-General of the region that is known as the Grand Fire Nation Resort or the Su Oku province if entrepreneurial citizens keep immigrating there.
It has made Governor-General Mao a very rich man, but with only less than 5,000 Fire Nation citizens in the whole area, it has not fallen under proper administration. Thus, the Governor-General is also a very powerful man, and we have no doubts he acts as if the region is his own fiefdom, as most people do with such power. With such amenities, no one will want to leave, unless to rule an even richer land, like Omashu, for example. To be honest, even his current title of 'Governor-General' might well be a misnomer, because of the extent of his power in the region might well crown himself a king of the river region…
But what this also says is if we pursue this line of thinking, then Kang Cao is but one of the many proxies that General Mao uses to keep control over the Red Omashu Trading Company. "Does he offer your family protection?"
"Yes," Mai does not elaborate further, but we understand.
'So they cannot help us. The Governor-General's forces are watching them. Disgusting!' Azula grumbles as the fires within her heart builds.
'You don't approve?' I ask softly.
'Approve? It undermines the war effort! We may as well lose while we bicker with each other…' She rants as our face twists into something unpleasant.
'… You know, this is only possible because a general is allowed to hold a political position,' I prod on.
Azula widens our eyes. 'Then we must separate the military from the lawmakers!'
'Are you sure?' I ask. 'If they don't have military experience, then how do they know what laws to make for the war effort? And if the colonies do not have a titular leader, then how do they coordinate any efforts?'
'What are you mumbling about now?' Azula grimaces. A jolt of irritation shoots through us, and her tone reflects this, 'We are the titular leader. Lawmakers can be bickering philosophers for all I care, but colonial governors need to have their powers limited.'
That actually doesn't solve—
"Azula, you're making a face," Mai interrupts our conversation.
"So I am. I just realized this might go deeper than I realized… and it might be larger than we set out to tackle," We admit.
Mai rolls her eyes again. "Tell me about it."
"Is this what it's like, everyday?" I ask. I don't like having to crane my neck upwards to keep eye contact. So instead, I stand up and glide towards our friend. And since we're such good friends, it's entirely appropriate to rest my hand on her shoulder opposite mine, obviously.
"Yeah," she sighs.
"Want to get away from it all?" Azula offers a hand, figuratively and literally. Our palm opens inches away from Mai's face as we sit on the armrest of her seat. "Take my hand, Mai."
She doesn't. "You have a whole company. It's everything girls gossip about these days."
"Oh?" We raise a brow at that. "And what do girls say?"
"The usual," Mai replies. Her shoulder feels so tense and her back so rigid. Is she afraid? What does she have to fear of us, if she is so compliant to our will?
I urge Azula forward into unknown territory, and we find ourselves rubbing Mai's back in soothing circles. Azula shivers with uncomfortable tenderness. To have Mai literally in the palm of our hands, Azula resists the urge to smile. At that moment, we feel like we are the source of all the good things that Mai can have, and it's overwhelming.
Mai shivers too. Has her parents, or any of her servants, never tried to just comfort her? Do they not see how the restrictions stifle her?
What is it with this society and depriving daughters of physical contact? It is so… easy to exploit. Killing emotion and demanding absolute obedience often opens so many doors… I move our waist again and lean against Mai, resting my head against hers.
It is a gesture of trust, though Azula doesn't understand that.
She is only beginning to realize how powerful body language is, but she is already learning. We can see the effect we have on our friend. Watching closely at every subtle twitch and every breath, we get a strange, tender feeling in our chest. It's so weird, but not entirely unwelcomed. So we prod again, whispering, "And what is the usual?"
"T-The popular girls want to join, the d-dumb ones don't care, and everyone else says it's just another crazy royal thing," Mai croaks out. It's all too amusing to hear the hitch in her breath and the squeak of her voice before she clears her throat to say the rest of her sentence.
Amusing, but we ought to not play with our friend for too long. 'Mai can be a fun companion to have.'
'… I will admit that she is better at sneaking around than me. Night fighting, as they call it,' Azula relents.
'This is the first time you've admitted that,' I chortle silently.
'It's entirely pointless to be sneaky if I can firebend.' Azula retorts immediately. But sometime along the way, my subtle pushes and influences have opened her up to adding, 'But for our organization, it's imperative to have this skill. Do I need to learn it?'
While it is nice to see her developing and learning so quickly, it is also important to nip this at the bud. 'Not if you can delegate this to others… though some parts of the whole might be necessary for survival. After this, our share of night fighting might grow to more than we want.'
Then Mai takes our hand, snapping us out of our reverie. "When do we leave?"
"After dinner," we nod at Lin.
Our assistant nods and leaves for the other girls, smart enough to have long since put away her notes. She understands our instructions: make sure the girls are armed and ready, but they don't need to standby. We can't force their hand; we don't need to worry of immediate death and this means they can step down into a guard-like role.
Maybe I am a little paranoid, but preparing for any likelihood of betrayal is prudent, isn't it?
Dinner turns out to be a small affair. Mai's mother laments not for the first time that Mai's father did not tell her ahead of time. Mai whispers that her mother would have thrown a ball party for us. Mai's father is a lot more subdued… evidence that his standing in his home is actually lower than expected.
Well, he is outnumbered.
"—and one of the generals, your uncle, I believe, can make his tea warm, just by looking at it," Mai's father says, trying once again to steer the conversation on the table towards any direction but our campaign.
It is interesting though, so I borrow a hand and try to heat up our disgustingly cold tea. Ugh, who drinks cold tea? That's just nasty!
Azula, however, has little need for restraint. "Mai's joining me in our Omashu project."
The entire dinner table stops. Even the servants stop moving.
We can hear the china spoons falling into their bowls with a clink, and even Mai's mother pausing in her incessant complaining. Mai's father pales and yelps immediately like a wounded dog, "That is… Mai, as your father, I cannot allow you into a warzone! You are too young!"
"I already agreed," Mai replies evenly.
Seeing that, Kang Cao slumps in his chair, stares into his soup, and starts muttering this or that. The conversation gets heated again, as Mai's mother finds her wits and they begin bickering like an old couple.
On the other hand, I focus on my tea cup. I can kind of see a bubble or two, or maybe steam. Maybe I'm just imagining things, but Iroh's tea heating does give me an idea. 'Instead of throwing tiny sparks of fires up from my hands, how about forcing the heat into the air to be compressed into the liquid…?'
"Please, Princess," Mai's father pleads. "Please consider a different expedition for your first time? Omashu is too dangerous, and King Bumi is able to crush entire armies on his own! Why not something safer, like crushing pirates?"
"Actually, compared to what we have planned, pirates might be more dangerous," Azula notes.
Kang Cao frowns. "How… so?"
We smile—me because I can see that I'm forcing the littlest bubbles from popping from the corner of my eyes, using a yoga breathing exercise and batting my eyelashes of all things, and Azula because she has Mai's father's complete attention—and we say, "We aren't actually investigating any Fire Nation companies with royal approval. We're looking into… exploiting Omashu's resources. I believe iron is just a minor product compared to the other ores in the region?"
"That is true," Kang Cao nods. "But other industries are not developed. We'd need to bring in new personnel, new equipment… all of which is enough to be considered a national project, and that isn't including the trouble General Fong gives our shipping in the south, and, of course, King Bumi."
"I have a plan for that too, and it's—" Azula begins to say.
'Uh oh, I think we can't really do this except in short bursts.' I interrupt at the speed of thought.
'What?' Azula shoots back with a tone of surprise.
'You feel it too? We've been bending the heat in the water for the last thirty minutes. I don't think I'm supposed to compress it for that long—' I am cut off by the cup exploding into a hundred shards of ceramic, and the scalding tea shooting outwards in a spherical explosion while evaporating at the same time due to the heat not escaping quickly enough.
Azula slaps our other hand from one side to the other, and all the droplets of tea and tea leaves sprinkle safely onto the floor in one puddle. Then she very nearly snorts out a laugh, which she covers expertly by placing a hand over our lips and by giggling like an innocent girl that we definitely aren't.
'Wait, I've been trying to do that all week, how did you do that in an instant?'I blink, shocked and a little disappointed. Oh, no, wait, I bet she learns it all while I'm experimenting...
'It's obvious. Do I have to say it? I'm the superior, once-in-a-thousand-years genius part of us,' Azula gloats.
Once more, all action and sound in the dining room comes to a grinding halt.
For what seems like hours, no one speaks or makes a sound. Some (Mai's mother and servants) stare in abject shock and others (Mai) watch on with barely a hint of interest. Then Mai speaks in her utterly dull tone that said everything in life was boring.
"Azula, did you just
waterbend?"