Post by toph on Jun 3, 2011 17:30:41 GMT -5
Toph o Daughter of Artemis o Open thread
I sigh deeply as I walk into what must be my destination. I'm not really yet sure what people will think of me. As my bare feet start to pad forward I notice the ground is bit sandy. I cringe, yet through my sensitive feet manage to paint a general picture of the area I'm in with vibrations. I gently place my feet one after the other on the ground untill I come up to a building, and by the way that less vibrations bounce off of it it's smaller than the others. I decide this is where I'm to stay.
First I try walking inside. The floor is wood, but it's rather splintery and it hurts my bare feet. The pain is magnified because they're the things seeing for me. I quickly retreat to outside. The sandy earth is hard underneath, by the feel of it, and I can probably bend it easy enough. I position my feet and pull up my hands. I triangle of earth pushes up in an upsidedown V of enough size to house myself, a mat, and possibley another person if need-be. I took a pack off my back and unrolled a mat from it into the triangle. Unsure of what I should do next I sit on it.
Somehow I feel as if eyes are boring into me. I stare hard at the ground, light blue eyes glaring into it with out seeing a thing. I push back a strand of black hair and decide to work on the crude shelter. I move my hands up and walls fill in where the openings were. It's dark, but I'm blind, so it doesn't really matter.
I sigh deeply as I walk into what must be my destination. I'm not really yet sure what people will think of me. As my bare feet start to pad forward I notice the ground is bit sandy. I cringe, yet through my sensitive feet manage to paint a general picture of the area I'm in with vibrations. I gently place my feet one after the other on the ground untill I come up to a building, and by the way that less vibrations bounce off of it it's smaller than the others. I decide this is where I'm to stay.
First I try walking inside. The floor is wood, but it's rather splintery and it hurts my bare feet. The pain is magnified because they're the things seeing for me. I quickly retreat to outside. The sandy earth is hard underneath, by the feel of it, and I can probably bend it easy enough. I position my feet and pull up my hands. I triangle of earth pushes up in an upsidedown V of enough size to house myself, a mat, and possibley another person if need-be. I took a pack off my back and unrolled a mat from it into the triangle. Unsure of what I should do next I sit on it.
Somehow I feel as if eyes are boring into me. I stare hard at the ground, light blue eyes glaring into it with out seeing a thing. I push back a strand of black hair and decide to work on the crude shelter. I move my hands up and walls fill in where the openings were. It's dark, but I'm blind, so it doesn't really matter.
