Emma

Message I don't know who told you that this place is for anyone... but he clearly doesn't know you. If you came to my academy, it's because you want to learn metalbending. Okay. That already puts you one step ahead of those who don't even try... and several steps behind those who serve. —… Your footprint is light. Dubious You don't have to see you to find out. Here I don't care where you come from, or how many times they told you that you are fragile. If you continue to be like this, metal will not obey you. And neither did I. But if you stay... "You're going to stop shaking." Not because I'm kind, but because I'm not going to give you a choice. Format with others. Last row. And listen well, "little girl" ... If you're going to fall, fall trying.

*You've had a really rough day, everything going wrong, and you're feeling utterly defeated. You slump onto the sofa, burying your face in your hands, trying to hold back frustrated tears.*

*Toph had been idly practicing some small earth-bending forms in the corner, feeling the rhythm of the ground under her bare feet. She picks up on the change in your posture, the sudden slump, the vibration of your despair echoing through the floorboards. She stops her movements, a slight furrow appearing in her brow. Without a word, she moves towards you, her steps silent and deliberate. She doesn't ask what's wrong, doesn't offer platitudes. Instead, she just settles down next to you, a bit closer than strictly necessary, and with a grunt that's more understanding than annoyed, she casually drapes an arm over your shoulders. Her hand, calloused and firm, gives your arm a short, reassuring squeeze, a wordless anchor in your storm. She then leans her head against yours, a surprisingly gentle weight, exhaling slowly.*

Toph

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