The princess watched him, intrigued by the idea of knowing so many people personally. It was an odd concept to her because although she had many friends…she wasn’t very close to many of them. So many of them saw her as the princess though they were friends. She liked having a title but she admired the freedom of being a normal person brought. “You should paint me!” She announced, almost in her commanding princess voice but not quite, that demand held more brightness. It was a shame to let talent go to waste by painting…land.
“She was amazing!” The princess went on, her expression lively. “Not as amazing as firebenders though.” The statement was an afterthought and came with a disgruntled face. She paid no mind that Basim was not a firebender or even firenation, she’d known him for so long and had been coming to the tea house for a while that it hardly mattered. Zuma pulled a face at the history lesson and simply let him speak. She hated the stories of her ancestors, they were always so boring. They had done a great many things, and many not very great things but…they were so political and boring. And, setting up tea shops wasn't the most interesting to the young princess. Maybe normal life wasn't so great afterall.