( Shealtiel is, strangely enough, not in his own treehouse. He's just outside of it, leaning over the edges of the makeshift railing and staring off into the distance. It means he gets a perfect shot of Azula's graceful landing when he turns to find the source of the noise, and he leans slightly to get a better view of her where she is.
From his disheveled hair and lazy clothes, it's clear he's not having a much better time in his treehouse, but. It's unusual that he's not the one thudding on the ground. It's kind of nice?
Not that he'd wish this on her, of course...
He makes his way over, steps slow as he gets close. )
Uhh. You okay? ( He can hear the orchestra of crickets. He can see the bird. )
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( Shealtiel is, strangely enough, not in his own treehouse. He's just outside of it, leaning over the edges of the makeshift railing and staring off into the distance. It means he gets a perfect shot of Azula's graceful landing when he turns to find the source of the noise, and he leans slightly to get a better view of her where she is.
From his disheveled hair and lazy clothes, it's clear he's not having a much better time in his treehouse, but. It's unusual that he's not the one thudding on the ground. It's kind of nice?
Not that he'd wish this on her, of course...
He makes his way over, steps slow as he gets close. )
Uhh. You okay? ( He can hear the orchestra of crickets. He can see the bird. )