indeed indeed what is Bun Ma up to lately >w> have some vague answers on that ;D
A sharp hiss of her name was quickly followed by a dull thud against her helmet. Bun Ma didn’t jerk awake or protest the sudden assault. She slowly opened her eyes and rolled her head to the side to look down at the frowning princess standing in the open doorway of her room with her arms crossed. She wasn’t pouting, her face was carefully devoid of emotion, but Bun Ma could clearly feel the petulant annoyance coming off her.
“Sleeping on duty again?” Azula drawling, uncrossing an arm to inspect her nails. “I should finally report you and get you fired.”
On Azula’s other side, Ju Long’s expression was shadowed by his helmet, but his exasperation was just as clear as Azula’s annoyance.
Bun Ma grinned wide, knowing full well that the flash of teeth was visible through her helmet. “Aw, but Princessy, then who would keep your secrets?”
Azula scoffed. “What secrets?”
This was a familiar song and dance, a script Azula felt the need to act out to assuage the maelstrom that was her own thoughts. So Bun Ma didn’t draw attention to how it was the middle of the night, how Azula wasn’t dressed for slumber, how Azula woke Bun Ma because she was leaving her quarters. Instead, Bun Ma pushed off the wall supporting her to stand on her own and sent Ju Long a cheeky salute.
“Of course, no idea what I’m talking about. See you in a bit, Ju Long.”
“I don’t need an escort,” Azula said dismissively as she breezed past them.
Bun Ma fell in step behind her, following the script as was expected of her. “Of course not, but since there’s nothing secret going on, it’s only natural you would be found with a guard as you wandered the grounds in the dead of night.”
Azula glanced over her shoulder at Bun Ma. The dim, flickering lanterns illuminating the hallway reflected the brief glimpse of what was going on in her mind through her eyes. In a blink, the emotions were gone and Azula looked away.
“Not that anyone will see us.”
Bun Ma laughed quietly. “Of course not, Princessy. They haven’t yet, have they?”
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Lu Ten appears to someone who misses him in a dream (like on a solstice or something).
Countdown to LTF's return: 6 days!!
Wah i debated for a while over who to have him visit :'3 hope you enjoy my probably unexpected choice
Dreams could act as a weak gateway between the mortal and spirit realms. If the dreamer’s needs were strong enough and the barrier between the realms was thin enough, it was possible for spirits of the departed to be called down to visit.
A soft tug pulled on Lu Ten. He could dismiss the call, but he was weak. He never ignored the summons of his loved ones. In a rush of color and sensation, he found himself in an unfamiliar dreamscape.
Flowers surrounded him at every angle. They weren’t just ornamental flowers. Quite a few he recognized as medicinal or poisonous. A woman he didn’t recognize sat in the middle of the garden. She looked up with a curious gaze as she tilted her head.
“Hello there, who are you?”
Though Lu Ten did not know her face, he knew who she was. He did not know her story, or how she came to be this way, but she was obviously missing him even if she didn’t remember him.
“I’m a friend,” he said with an easy smile as he sat beside her.
The woman nodded, accepting the logic of her dream. “I suppose I’ve been needing a friend…”
“How fortunate that I’m here now! Tell me about what’s bothering you.”
Though wearing a different face, her smile was exactly as Lu Ten remembered. He could only hope his visit gave her some solace, even if she forgot it upon waking.
It was the least he could do for his favorite aunt.
