Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: So I decided to get back into the swing of things after like a year..break. Anyways, since I have to get all my thoughts together, here is...an outtake reel?
"So..you're really blind?" Sam peered at the short man child, waving his hand in front of her face, in an almost awed manner.
"Yep." Toph drank her tea, sitting on the inviting stone.
"But..but how can you see?"
"It's easy, I use earth bending." She demonstrated, by bending the empty cup in her hand. "I can sense vibrations through the stone and it gives me a picture of what's there."
"...But that's metal.." Sam watched in apprehension. It was one of the only cups he had left in his bag. "Are you a witch?"
"Witch?"
"Guess not, then." He took it all in stride, shifting so he could sit more comfortably on the piece of rock.
Toph's hands carefully grabbed her bowl, bringing it to her lips. Unlike most of the blind people Sam knew, she didn't use her fingers to test where the liquid was. For all intent and purposes, she drank the way a normal person did without regard as to how hot the soup was.
"Do you miss it?" Sam asked, his face flush with embarrassment. One is not supposed to ask a lady such questions, but he was curious. "Not being able to see, I mean."
"No way." She pumped her fist into the air. "Who needs to see? I got everything I ever wanted."
"Oh." And Sam kept quiet. He was going to tell her about the garden he was planning on making, of the wonderful vivid colors of the flowers he was going to grow. A lady probably didn't want to be reminded of things she would have no idea bout.
But maybe...don't certain metals have a color? Maybe, he could help her figure out how things look making a fool of himself.
"Hup!~" Aang dodged neatly out of Aragon's strike, floating above him, landing neatly on the ground. He leg swept, knocking the heavier man onto the ground. It wasn't the sweep that pushed Aragon down as much as it was the huge gust of wind that felt like a tornado all directed at him that sent him sprawling.
"Nicely done." Boormir clapped from where he sat, having declined the offer to see how skilled the children were. The prior demonstration of the boy's abilities were bewildering. Such a weapon...it would save Gondor, wouldn't it? And if others could be taught...never again will Mordor or any of Gondor's enemies would be able to strike against them.
"I must admit Master Aang, you're quite a slippery character."
"Naw, it'st just how I was taught."
"You're very light on your feet, much like an elf."
"Really?" Still a kid, a child who has no idea what he's gotten himself into.
"What were you taught? If you don't mind me asking."
"Air bending! The monks taught me!"
"Well from what I can tell, they must of done a wonderful job." Aragon reached out to shake his hand, before remembering the ritual before this fight and bowed at the waist. "Do you think I can convince them to teach me?"
It was in jest of course, he was old and already set in his ways. That and he really didn't think he could fly as gracefully as Aang or Legolas could.
Aang closed his eyes, shaking his head. "No. I'm the only one left."
"They're...dead?" Boormir offered tentatively, not wanting to be tactless.
"Yeah." And with that Aang bowed again, the smile on his face a shadow of what it was before. "Thanks for the spar."
Then he was gone, vaulting through the air, jumping higher than any human or elf ever could.
"A child of war." Mused Aragon, sheathing his sword. "It would explain his battle readiness, would it not?"
"Hrm."
A/N: And...done for this. Bit.