Third Floor Common Room / January 16 / Morning
Azula with her left cheek stinging woke to the cold. It was cold and dark and when she attempted to open the light fixtures no light came on. Azula went out to investigate. The outside world was blanketed in snow, she moved to the common room and found a fireplace. A surprise since there was none before. There was, Azula concluded, no use
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It had felt almost like home, as pathetic as that sounded.
A quick look out his window had confirmed his suspicions and taking Makejoy for her walk had cinched things thoroughly: they were once more in the midst of a 'blackout' and the fireplaces were back. He couldn't say he was happy about this turn of events, as there was a certain amount of ease that the modern conveniences he'd grown used to provided, but he wasn't nearly as dismayed as he could have been. Instead, he was thankful that his small store of water would prove useful and, Makejoy padding behind him, he decided to be just the same upon returning.
That was why he brought out a few supplies and started preparing pancakes over the fire. It might look as if he'd be burned, but the trick to reaching into a fire was one of the first little bits of magic Glinda had taught him. That didn't mean it didn't look odd.
As he didn't much know Azula, he gave her a nod and a faint smile before holding up the first pan of food.
"Would you care for some breakfast?"
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"Not sure if I do it to the fire or to me," he admitted, hand cheerfully sticking right in the flames to finish off the pancakes and bacon.
The magic Glinda had taught him worked differently from what he'd learned on his own, but he seemed to be able to do both and so he didn't think on it too hard. Well, no more hard than he thought on anything.
"Could you bring a plate over? I forgot that one small detail."
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"Is it magic or an ability?"
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"Magic," he answered, taking the plate and sliding the pancakes into a neat little pile. No eggs; he was only using one pan and they had a terrible tendency to slide around.
"There's syrup in the pantry over to the right there, if you'd like some. I made them with a touch of sweetness, though, so best taste before you add anything."
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"And that's what you can do with fire? Be impervious to it?" She was a little impressed. Even the best firebenders can be affected by fire.
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"I suppose so. I might be able to do more, but I've never done much with fire. My... education on the matter has been in any number of pieces and most of them jumbled up. It's useful enough, though."
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But she'd been here a while, he'd seen her, and she was still putting it to her name. He settled on a compromise between what felt utterly ridiculous and the slight irritation he always felt in situations like this.
"Prince Liir, by all technicality, and Eminent Thropp. There's not a soul here who calls me by any of that, though, so Liir serves."
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"A pleasure, Azula. A shame we haven't really spoken before now. I don't get out much, I admit."
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"I would, yes. Let me just get a plate for myself and a bit of bacon done up for Makejoy, and I'd appreciate it quite a bit. Thank you."
The dog padded over to investigate her then, a massive black Newfoundland with a sweet demeanor.
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She poured Liir an extra cup. "Its green tea, highest quality."
There were some advantage to having a tea obsessed uncle.
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"It smells lovely from here," he said.
...and Makejoy tilted her head at the girl. Dangerous? Only if she attacked Liir. The dog was friendly to just about everyone, as the wagging tail could attest to. She sat politely near Azula and looked up for pettings.
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"And tastes even better." She took a bite from the pancake and eyed the creature again. "What manner of creature is this?"
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