That funny honey of mine.

[burnedbrighter]

Who: Azula and You
What: The Pampered Princess
Where: The Ember Island Day Spa's new Hot Springs
When: Week 4 of the arena

Azula was well aware much of her daily stress was her own damn fault.

Demons from the past she couldn't let go, irritation with people who simply were too stupid to understand the world for what it really was.

Every single interaction she had with the newest mentor to District 5.

And so as part of her weekly efforts to make sure she didn't swallow an entire bottle of Morphling pills and go rampaging through the tribute center with a broken table leg as a club, she had a standing appointment with the Ember Island Day spa. They would relax her, give her the feeling of pride and respect she so desperately craved.

Sure the "servants" working here were paid to respect her, but she could lie to herself about them having real respect and fear of her for the time being.

She'd already been here for a few hours having her skin massaged, soaked in the finest "All natural" fluids to ensure it's healthy growth and even verbally praised for having such luxurious strong hair.

All while soothing music delivered an almost hypnotic message of peace and serenity directly into her mind.

Now came the time for steam. A freshly installed hot springs area with mineral filled waters was open to her and she'd found a nice secluded corner among some lush tropical plants where she could eat some freshly sliced fruit and watch television.

As usual her program of choice was a feed from The Games. As luck would have it Diana was on the screen in what appeared to be a temporary nest hidden behind one of the displays.  Azula was pleased to see Diana had apparently gotten the food she'd sent as some of the cans sat nearby already opened and empty.

Azula's face fell slightly though when she saw Diana was still wearing one of the shirts from the gift shop with her face on it. Not Diana's face but Azula's. The knowing smile was parked right in the center of the shirt like a cheap stock photo someone had just glued onto fabric. It was far from the best merchandise Azula had seen with her face on it.

The egotist in her was pleased to see Diana chose it, but the cynical logical side of her had long since figured out it wasn't out of respect or admiration. Diana probably just thought it would be funny.

The commentator made note that Diana's typical methods of staying out of everyone's way and only surfacing for food or entertainment served her surprisingly well, but it sometimes seemed to have an adverse effect on her mental state. This was evidenced by Diana looking down at Azula's face on her chest and getting a silly smirk on her face.

Reaching up she poked the shirt's face on the nose, perfect lips making a childish sound "Boop."

After a few moments she poked "Azula" in the nose again "Boop."

And once more "Boop."

The commentator made note that rumors had been floating around since the last arena about Azula favoring Diana over the other District 5 tributes and Azula's face was already burning a brighter shade of red then the sliced strawberries in the bowl next to her. It was almost like Diana did this on purpose knowing she was being watched.

As if they shared some kind of psychic link, Diana glanced around the room presumably trying to find the invisible camera that was recording her. The camera view switched positions till it was pointed right at her and she gave a playful wave and a knowing smirk. There was of course no way Diana could know where the camera was or that Azula was watching...

...but it was enough to make the formerly relaxed princess sink up to her nose in the hot springs water.

She really should have known better then to mix work with her Spa time.