[Accidental Voice]

[biologicalpadre]

What the hell is this?

[Rustling noises, and a sudden thump, followed by a groan]

Damn it. Where am I? Peter? Claire? If that son of a bitch had anything to do with this...

[Another slam, and then a long silence]

Are those... This isn't real. This isn't happening, I'm dreaming.

[Flapping]

I'm having a very weird, very inane dream. One that I'

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[Voice]

[markofthewise]

[Sokka hears the flapping. He knows what that means...] Wait, stop! You can't fly!

[Oh ironies of ironies...]

[Voice]

[biologicalpadre]

[Rustling, then silence, followed by the sound of the journal being grabbed. His voice is louder as it's brought closer]

I wasn't trying to fly. Who is this?

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

Oh, good. Because the wings aren't big enough that. Trust me, I tried.

The name's Sokka. Are you currently located somewhere... inconvenient?

[Voice]

[biologicalpadre]

[Irritated]

They're not?

[Then what good are they?]

... All I see is trees at the moment.

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

Yeah, go figure, huh?

Nothing else? Are your clothes there, at least?

[Voice]

[biologicalpadre]

Just trees.

[Rustling again. He's on the move.]

... My clothes're here, yes. Yours weren't?

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

I had my clothes, but most of the time people don't. So at least you won't freeze to death, right?

You should try and get a better view of where you are. Maybe I can help you out.

[Voice]

[biologicalpadre]

I guess that's something.

What should I be looking for?

[Voice]

[markofthewise]

Some handy landmarks. Some mountains, a river, a lake, or if you're lucky, just the village itself.

[Voice]

[biologicalpadre]

Alright, give me a second.

[Flapping in the background as he takes off, then grunts of irritation and pain as he smacks a wing into a tree branch.]

This is ridiculous.

[More rustling with his landing.]

... I can see a village. It's a walk, but it's not bad.