Threads from a hat - shiratorijun
When Sokka came up with the brilliant plan that the group should alter their appearances in order to remain more inconspicuous in case Azula sent spies searching for them, Toph was happy to comply. She simply removed her hairband and let her hair hang loose. Easy enough. She just wondered why the others made wide circles around her now.
Now she walks around in the nexus sporting what almost looks like the pelt of some wild animal on her head. It almost gives one the feeling that it could reach out and grab innocent bystanders at any moment, pulling them into its tangled depths. Toph simply whistles, utterly oblivious to how horrible her hair looks, and continues striding through the nexus.
She still wonders why most people are making wide turns to get out of her way.
Now she walks around in the nexus sporting what almost looks like the pelt of some wild animal on her head. It almost gives one the feeling that it could reach out and grab innocent bystanders at any moment, pulling them into its tangled depths. Toph simply whistles, utterly oblivious to how horrible her hair looks, and continues striding through the nexus.
She still wonders why most people are making wide turns to get out of her way.