This chapter and probably the اگلے will be all flashback.
It was a stormy night. Each drop colder than the next.
The former princess huddled herself against the دیوار of her cave…her home. Azula had tried to make herself a fire; she’d lit it up at least thrice only to have the wind smother it once more. So she’d دیا up and simply sat there listening to the rain thrash against the side of the cave.
Aside from the cold Azula enjoyed the storms. They were noise in the overpowering silence. On some days—if the rain was too chilling—she’d exit her cave and talk to the drops as they...