[ Toph isn't sure what happened. One moment she was falling from an airship, then everything went blank, and she was here? Did she hit the ground? Land in the water somehow?

She crawls onto her knees and hands, spitting out sand and seawater with an unpleasant 'blech!' sound! Everything hurts, the soreness growing as her senses start to return again and she sinks back to sit in the sand. ]

What the-... A beach? Where-?

[ She can't see anything, not that that's unusual in the sand, only hearing the gentle waves crashing behind her, and the light sounds of seabirds cawing. It's worrying, she wasn't anywhere near a beach when she fell.

Then she hears footsteps in the sand, and her head perks right up, not bothering to turn to face whoever's there. ]

Who's there!?

[ It might be you... it might be a native holding a gun. She won't recognize the click of a firearm. ]

[ This isn't right... Something is so very wrong. Through sheer luck or some timely help, she's managed to find her way into Vandare proper, wandering the streets carefully. A deep, uncertain frown is plastered across her lips. In the sand it made sense, she couldn't see that well in sand anyway... But even here, her bending didn't work, and with it, her 'vision'.

Somehow, that was even more terrifying than being brought somewhere familiar. For the first time in a while she actually felt helpless. But she could talk to people, and figure something out. If the people here were actually helpful... ]

Stop handing me those stupid pamphlets!

[ Her brows furrowed, taking one of the papers and just ripping it up after another random native tried to shove them into her hands. Some even apologized after, but it just kept happening!]

[ Want to find Toph somewhere else? Or have an idea you want to run by me? This is the prompt for that! Can also discord me: Hantale #0295, or plurk hantale to plot something~]