Natural
Sokka had always liked nature. He was a wolf warrior, after all. Nature had been his life ever since he could remember. He had thought he had been the definition of natural – a man had to be tough to live in a barren tundra.
And then he had met her. The small, young, blind earthbender had taught him that being in nature wasn't what made you natural – it was how you communicated with it.
He'd watch her respond to even the smallest of movements, a shift in stance, the falling of a leaf, the pace of an ant... and he would stare in awe. It seemed surreal that this girl, not even a teenager, could be so perceptive. She could sense lies that the liar hadn't even known he had done. She could feel things, see things, that no other human alive could.
To some like her parents, Toph would always be judged as the helpless blind girl, unable to defend herself or make her own decisions.
Sokka knew the truth. Toph was Nature. She was as close to it as he, or anyone, could ever get. And he treasured that.
Pre-chorus concert jitters spawned this. No clue why. :D
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-WS