Masika had had a long day at work, and she felt it in her back. She'd been delighted to fall into the cheap armchair by her window and lean back in its softness while looking out at the city from her window. Her view was her second favorite thing about the place; the first was its private, roomy feel. Despite it not being a large apartment, a home felt much bigger when there weren't brothers to trample the place. She'd just sighed with the bliss of not having to do anything when a noise caught her attention and interrupted her post-work-day relaxation.
Annoyed, she turned her head to the door. It'd sounded like the mail slot slamming. On the floor she noticed a single, plain white envelope. It didn't look all too important. Masika sat still for several minutes, reveling in the feeling of a spine that wasn't bent into a C-shape. In fact, she fell asleep for a good ten minutes and upon waking had forgotten that any mail had arrived.
It was when she got up to make herself food that she finally remembered the envelope and made a face. She didn't like to leave things unopened, plus it was probably from one of her parents, asking if she needed money or suggesting that she come back for a visit (or for good). Right now, though, it was just another thing between herself and dinner. She snatched it from the ground and tore it open without much thought at all, then scanned through the letter inside to see if it could wait.
What is this? She cocked an eyebrow and read through it a couple times. It was, of course, a practical joke at best, but Masika couldn't help but be curious. Her earthbending could surely fend off whatever tricksters were behind the latter.
She cooked dinner and tried to imagine what would happen if she did show up at midnight. The more she thought about it, despite most of these imaginings ending in her death, the more she wanted to check it out.
