Author's Notes: Hello, all! (Or whoever's still reading this...) I come bearing Tokka! This took a while, didn't it? (Big Brother likes to eat away at writing time.) Anyway, this is an idea I've come to love -- now I only wish I could draw it... Wouldn't Toph look so cute?

Please enjoy, and review!

Alisa

Just Him and Her

One Foot Short

"He—llo, Avatar and company!" Toph sang, throwing open the door and inviting herself in.

It was one of those informal get-togethers their little gang often had now that the war was over, the ones where Aang and Toph would show up at the South Pole for now reason at all, or Toph would wake up with the Water Tribe siblings and the Avatar hovering over her, Aang doing so quite literally. This time, Toph managed to track down an Airbender, a Waterbender, a warrior, a lemur, and a certain flying bison as they traveled east.

She's expected a surprised greeting as she threw open the hotel door, but nothing quite like this.

"Toph, what happened to your hair?!"

"It's so short!" exclaimed Aang, dancing a circle around Toph to observe her from all angles.

What used to be sleek, hip-length black hair was now short and choppy, cutting off abruptly a few inches above her shoulders. It shifted and swayed whenever she talked, and it bobbed and bounced whenever she nodded.

"Oh, Toph, why'd you cut it all off?" moaned Katara, her fingers moving to where an extra foot of hair had been. "Your hair was so pretty!"

Toph shrugged and grinned, her hair swaying. "I just figured it was about time for a change," she said.

Katara fingered a lock and tutted. "Whoever cut it didn't even do a very good job!"

"You saying I can't cut hair, Sweetness?" Toph shot back.

"And you cut it yourself, too?" cried Katara. "You're the strangest girl I've ever met!"

Toph only smirked.

Aang stepped in front of her and leaned down, his face close to hers as he observed her through squinted eyes. "It's just so short!" he announced again.

Toph couldn't help but laugh. "That was on purpose, Twinkle Toes."

Katara continued chittering away to herself and Toph turned to the only person in the room who had yet to speak.

"What about you, Ponytail?" she said, her hair shifting gently.

Sokka pushed off of the wall he had been leaning against and tugged on her fringe. "I like it."

Toph smirked up at him. "I figured you would."