Send “little thing” and my character will tell you something as a child.
The typical scenes of children running before a parades’ path was too common a theaters’ occurrence, but it certainly happened, and happened it did between him and the princess of the Fire Nation. Perhaps his family was too terrified by her to reach out for him and pull him back. But either way, he stood there frozen, with her on the pedestal glaring down at him.
”You’re pretty,” he suddenly blurted despite her aura of doom, which suddenly silenced the whole street. And that was it. He didn’t know what else to say because stories always told him of pretty and just princesses, while this one was just plain intimidating unlike anything he has ever heard of. But he just wanted to compliment a princess in his young life, and it seems like he has done something wrong, if the loud silence around him is to be of any judgement.
The harsh, whispering voice of his mother sounded in his ear, and he quickly ran off, terrified.