katarawaters || Old Friends || closed
The trip to the South Pole was cold, annoying and well, darn right absurd for a blind old woman to be doing by herself, but what could she do? Hop on Appa? Toph rolled her eyes at the thought and continued to mull over her first words to her old friend as she waited for the nice, young man, who was giving her a lift on his, what seemed like big dog wolf thing, across the snow to where the water tribe resided. They arrived in good time and Toph slowly made her way towards where Katara was said to live. A grin spreading on her face as she approached the archway, she tapped on the side of it and waited for Katara to show up. Sure her vision wasn’t with her, but she was sure she would know when the woman was there.
