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cyclicality2014-11-09 06:00 pm
dustonmyfeet) wrote in cyclicality2014-11-09 06:00 pm
Open to anyone in the Spirit Wilds house or who might visit.
It was mid-morning, and Toph hadn't come out of her room. Mid-morning, verging towards noon, and there hadn't even been a sound.
Toph wasn't always an early riser, admittedly. She tended to go with the flow of whatever she felt like on that particular day, sometimes up with the sun to keep her own rigorous training schedule (or to bend Zuko's mask before he headed anywhere), sometimes sleeping in and emerging later with her hair like an overgrown bush, ready to scarf down breakfast.
But today . . . silence.
She was still.
Toph wasn't always an early riser, admittedly. She tended to go with the flow of whatever she felt like on that particular day, sometimes up with the sun to keep her own rigorous training schedule (or to bend Zuko's mask before he headed anywhere), sometimes sleeping in and emerging later with her hair like an overgrown bush, ready to scarf down breakfast.
But today . . . silence.
She was still.
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