Ah, the charm of the royal family. The Princess Zhi was glaring him as though it was his fault she'd pissed off every other male specimen in Court. As though it was any of their faults that she'd up and decided to fall for a guy that was completely politically unsuitable.
Ren had very little sympathy for the Princess' situation. If Zhi was so steamed at the way her stars looked from this sky then she could up and leave, just like Ren's mother had. It didn't take no genius scholar to read that equation.
Still, he had to admit that the Fire Lord's offspring were a uniformly beautiful breed, all sharp hawk-like eyes and glossy black hair. With their particular attractions Ren figured that they were trying to breed up some kinda superhuman clan of prettiness, all Foggy Swamp style.
"S'cuse me, Princess," Ren politely poured himself a cup of tea, knowing full well that it was Zhi's job. He picked up a tray. "Dumpling?"
The glaring continued unabated.
If Ren hadn't been aware that royalty was way out of his league, he might have been alarmed by the marriage talk. As it was, Ren suspected that this setup was all part of some kind of elaborate warning from the new, improved, bloody-aura'd Xi Feng. He made a mental note to check that out and, if necessary, carry out a benevolent countermission to re-arrange his bestest pal's personal library according to the laws of Feng Shui.
"I think you oughtta relax," Ren advised her, as cheerful-charming as he'd ever been. "We both know you're going to turn this down, but I'm all flattered to have the invite. Really makes me feel included in the Fire Court. Since we're stuck here why can't we make the best of the afternoon?"
For a moment, Ren wondered if the legendary Azula had looked as threatening as that when she was angry.
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Date: 2006-11-20 01:50 pm (UTC)Ren had very little sympathy for the Princess' situation. If Zhi was so steamed at the way her stars looked from this sky then she could up and leave, just like Ren's mother had. It didn't take no genius scholar to read that equation.
Still, he had to admit that the Fire Lord's offspring were a uniformly beautiful breed, all sharp hawk-like eyes and glossy black hair. With their particular attractions Ren figured that they were trying to breed up some kinda superhuman clan of prettiness, all Foggy Swamp style.
"S'cuse me, Princess," Ren politely poured himself a cup of tea, knowing full well that it was Zhi's job. He picked up a tray. "Dumpling?"
The glaring continued unabated.
If Ren hadn't been aware that royalty was way out of his league, he might have been alarmed by the marriage talk. As it was, Ren suspected that this setup was all part of some kind of elaborate warning from the new, improved, bloody-aura'd Xi Feng. He made a mental note to check that out and, if necessary, carry out a benevolent countermission to re-arrange his bestest pal's personal library according to the laws of Feng Shui.
"I think you oughtta relax," Ren advised her, as cheerful-charming as he'd ever been. "We both know you're going to turn this down, but I'm all flattered to have the invite. Really makes me feel included in the Fire Court. Since we're stuck here why can't we make the best of the afternoon?"
For a moment, Ren wondered if the legendary Azula had looked as threatening as that when she was angry.
It was going to be a long afternoon.