Of course I can! And thanks for the compliment, 8D
Plain soap with a hint of bitterness from the stuff she uses to shine her knives.
Mai curls into a ball on her side, unconsciously making herself as small as possible.
She freaking hates the formal music they play at Fire Nation balls and other events. She would tell anyone who asks, quite drily, that she has not yet found a musician talented enough to suit her tastes. In reality, she heard the first music she really loved when the three of them were passing through some cruddy Earth Kingdom town. There was this mediocre street musician playing some popular ditty and kids were dancing in the street and this girl was singing, not particularly well but nice and clear. It was so catchy and everyone was so loud and happy. Azula shot at them and broke up the crowd, laughing the whole time. She and Ty Lee laughed along, but Mai’s stomach churned when the musician’s instruments burned.
A bunch of time. With Mai, every hair has to be in place, every piece of clothing smoothed down just right. She has a whole routine every night to best maintain everything and a whole routine in the morning to get it back to perfection. When she and Zuko start spending their nights together, it gets better. As they start to feel more comfortable together, he gets her to keep her hair down, to stay in bed for an extra hour, all sorts of little things that add up to big changes.
The hearts of her enemies?
Actually, I think when she gets older her kids would always bring her little things they found or made outside, and she’d keep them all lined up along her vanity in her private (no servants, not no Zuko) dressing room.
If her parents did raise her with one, she probably saw them not following it and stopped believing.
She’s never played organized sports - not lady like.
Well, with Azula all her traveling was about finding the Avatar and/or Zuko. Once she’s older, it’s mostly all royal business. Unsurprisingly, she’s not particularly fond of traveling around. Still, whenever she does she tends to enjoy the local food.
I definitely agree that Mai is probably afraid of losing control. I also think she doesn’t want to speak out to much because she’s afraid of her parents and all of the things they said to her about what a child / young woman should be like. Her weirdest fear though is probably something super small and insignificant… spiders? I can see spiders.
Anything involving aim.
I can, but I have way too much homework to do it at the moment. I’ll try to remember myself to do it sometime this weekend, but it never hurts to send a reminder message!
Obligatory I-was-in-the-bathroom-and-thought-my-hair-looked-nice selfie.
FACT OF THE DAY: president obama does not have a plan in case the fire nation attacks
I’m up early putting the last pieces in place for my lecture at RISD (tonight, 10/14/13 at 7:00 in the Main Auditorium) and I came across this forgotten gem that I inked in 2007. I always imagined Mai kept giving the royal portrait artist the same note, over and over: “More black.”
Shoutout to all of us lazy folk who are just going to chill on Tumblr til the food is done.