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[dustonmyfeet]

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.

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[raavashing]

He shook his head out of habit, "Not when the spirits that did this to us seem to be gone. They disappeared, expended themselves when they released that light, as far as I can tell. Which... isn't much, I admit."

Another sigh before he put his head in his hands, "I can't even talk to Raava. I can feel her there, but with our energies all jumbled, I can't even ask her if she has an idea how to fix this."