[So, Luceti. Lovely morning, isn’t it?

Anyone who has their journal open might get an earful about an hour before dawn, as a small girl falls out of a tree only to hit the ground head first, yelling.]

Owwww!!! What- [Rubbing her head, Toph felt around. She was outside….? Wasn‘t she at the party before….?]

If this is a prank, it’s not fu- OW!

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