She can count the things she knows about her mother's childhood on the hands of one finger, and each of those things is vague at best. Things anyone could find in the history books. But what little she remembers about the Beifong family compound in Gaoling, of Toph's life before she met the Avatar, gradually comes trickling back as she trails after Toph. The high walls, the cultivated neatness of the garden--she can't be anywhere else.
On the other side of the hole, the children are still silent, and Lin presses her lips together in faint irritation. She knows how kids are, but it doesn't make the quiet any less aggravating.
Is this a memory? A dream? Both? She can't tell. But she doesn't like the sound of that cough, and she focuses, instead, on the source of it.
"Ever been out there?" Her voice is quiet, casual, though she's already aware of the answer. A reminder that there's someone else on this side of the wall. Someone who's willing to talk.
Re: C
On the other side of the hole, the children are still silent, and Lin presses her lips together in faint irritation. She knows how kids are, but it doesn't make the quiet any less aggravating.
Is this a memory? A dream? Both? She can't tell. But she doesn't like the sound of that cough, and she focuses, instead, on the source of it.
"Ever been out there?" Her voice is quiet, casual, though she's already aware of the answer. A reminder that there's someone else on this side of the wall. Someone who's willing to talk.