She was dressed up in black with golden trimming. Lots of jewelry- gold rings, gold earrings, he even saw the flash of gold painted upon her fingernails. It matched the golden glimmer of her eyes, and well set off the paleness of her skin, the blackness of her hair. She was a mature woman, but she was still shapely and still very fine of face. Indeed, he found her beautiful- and this made him uncomfortable. He forced himself to breathe with regularity, just as the monks had taught him. He bowed low when she was in earshot. "Fire Lady."
"Oh, you needn't call me that for this informal get-together," said the Fire Lady, smiling oh-so-warmly. "Just 'Lady Ursa' will do. And on that note, what is your name?"
"I'm Aang, your majesty."
She clucked her tongue. "Avatar Aang... so young. It's true, then, that you were in hibernation for a hundred years."
"Yes, your majesty."
"But you're old enough to be handsome," Ursa said. She stretched a hand out, and those long-nailed fingers gently stroked upon his chin. His skin started to prick. "Yes, and old enough to have endured so much." She sighed with weariness, but then perked up. "Would you like some tea?"
"I'm all right, your majesty," said Aang, regaining his composure. "I want to know what the Fire Nation wants to see me about."
"Oh, yes," said Ursa. She shifted her cape and robes and wandered back into her chair. She plopped down in it, and at once the umbrella was poised above her head. "Well, as Avatar of all the Elements, you're the chief negotiator of the opposition, I suppose."
"Uh... I guess so, your majesty."
"Then you're the one to discuss terms with, then, I suppose? There are many who are older, but none hold your natural authority."
"For the end of the war, of course."
Aang's eyes got even wider. "You want to end the war?"