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Gone
It was fair. Toph told herself this at first as she trudged through the floodplains of the western coast. She had started where the destruction did, along the water's edge. Back and forth, she crossed the swath of burned ground three miles wide, sensing. Extending her senses down and out; hunting.
There was a lot to be found. To other people, the top of the ground must have just been a void. But she felt things moving around, and into, and living in a land that had almost been stolen.
On the fourth day of walking, she found what she was looking for. It had only been two weeks, but under the circumstances it was like being reunited with a lost friend. Now she just had to get Space Sword to Sokka without her reputation going soft.
