It was a soothing sound. The water lapping against the stones.
Azula picked at a loaf of bread—contrary to 流行的 belief, she’d stopped chucking whole loaves of 面包 at the 龟, 海龟 ducks when she was about ten. She flicked a chink into the water and watched as the turtleducks flocked to it.
6:00 was always Azul’s 最喜爱的 time of day. She found a sort of secret enjoyment in watching the 日 close. The 颜色 were always so warm and vibrant.
She let herself fall back into the grass, dark hair fanning out around her. It wasn’t too hot nor too cold. A sunset in July, at least around these...
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