Toph lay on the ground with her feet propped in the air, ignoring all of the dull vibrations she sensed around her. She was in no mood to feel the pounding in Aang's heart when he saw Katara, or Sokka's frantic pacing around their small camp. The whole world passed her by, and she couldn't sense any of it.
"Toph, hurry, we're getting ready to go," she heard Katara call from a distance.
"Keep your pants on, Sugarqueen," she grumbled as she stood, the whole world shaking into view. She sensed Sokka and Aang packing their tents and sleeping bags together, and she quickly shoved her few belongings into her bag. Aang quickly disappeared from ground, and Sokka pushed off, climbing up Appa's back. She sensed the exact position Appa was standing in, and pushed off the ground, forcing her to be propelled into the air and land in Appa's saddle. She lost all vibrations and her only view of the world.
Toph gripped onto the side of the saddle and felt Appa lurch forward then upward, her stomach flipping into unusual positions, nearly causing her to throw up. She lay her head on the side and listened to the voices she became so familiar with through this entire journey, Aang's childish voice, Sokka's goofy-yet-mature way, and Katara's motherly, concerned voice. She felt at home and at ease, the way she always felt when they finally caught a break in the war and could just be kids and had the slightest concern in the world.
"Hey Toph," Sokka called, closer than she expected, causing her to jump. "Toph we're almost at your house."
"Great, closer to rules and regulations," she huffed.
"You know, it might not be all that bad."
"Yeah, it might even be worse."
This is the first chapter of the first fanfic I've ever written, and Tokka is my OTP so it'll pretty much be mostly about them.