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Just ask. All she had to do
was ask. They were sisters now, for what it was worth. No
secrets unshared, no lies told.

She took a deep breath, let
out a sigh, and summon as much courage as she could.

“I’m asking her then,” Zirin
stated, standing up from her place near the campfire.

“Whatever,” sighed Ming,
rolling onto her back on her mat, glaring at the stars, “Not my business
anyway.”

Zirin turned and made her
way through the night until she climbed the steps of an abandoned temple overtaken
by the jungle wilderness around it.

Inside, a lone candle lit a
dim antechamber, the walls painted a ghostly blue. A dark silhouette prepared
to lie down on a mat. Zirin approached it with caution.

“Mèimei?” she asked, “Sister, where’ve you be-“

“None of your concern,” Azula hissed sharply. “I’m
tired. Let me sleep.”

Zirin pressed on. This habit
had to stop.

“If it’s about keeping eye
on that White Lotus boy, then you’ve nothing to worry-“

“I said it’s none of your concern,” she stated, her words echoing
through the empty halls.

The girl narrowed her eyes,
her lips pursed into a grimace.

“…If you say so,” Zirin
said, slowly turning away into the night. “Highness.”

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Not my best, but I hope you enjoyed it. This one was challenging as I wanted to try something different.