-Dance-
"You want to dance, with me?" I asked.
I had finally changed into a giant big gown and a mask and was walking around the main hall, since it got too cold to stay outside.
I masked man, whose vibrations couldn't tell me who he was.
"Yes, Miss Bei Fong," he said.
Even with the mask, he knew it was me. With my petite frame, and long, dark hair, he could tell.
"Uhm…"
"Humor me," he said.
I rolled my eyes and took his hands. He began to waltz me around the floor.
"So, who are you?" I asked immediately.
"What's the fun of a masquerade if you're going to ask who I am?" he said.
I frowned at him, since I couldn't glare, because there were no eyeholes in my mask.
"Okay, I lift up my mask, but only for a second, okay?"
I glared at him, even though he couldn't see it. "Now that's just mean."
I mentally applauded myself, since that was the closest I've ever gotten to being the little Belle that my mother tried to raise me to be. I was being relatively polite, and 'minx-y' like Katara was always saying I should act.
I could feel him smile, "Well, I'm sorry Miss Bei Fong."
"You've got to stop calling me that… Whoever you are."
"Toph? Toph!" Sokka called from far off.
"Excuse me," I said, to my dance partner.
Sokka came over and said, "Have you seen Zuko?"
I narrowed my eyes, "No, I haven't, not since… Why?"
"Not since what?" he asked, taking my hand and leading me off to the rest of the gAang.
"Nothing," I told him.
"Have you seen him?" Katara asked me.
"No, why are we looking so intently for Sparky? I thought you hate the Princess," I said, no upset and taking my mask off.
"Regardless, he's missing!"
"Well, he's 20, why are we worrying?"
"What?" Aang asked. "I'm not following."
"Whatever, I'm going upstairs, changing and going to sleep, tell me how it works out."
"Toph, come back here, you know better than anyone, that if anyone can find him, it's you and your amazing feet."
I shrugged, "I don't disagree. Too bad I'm going to bed."
On the way to the stairs, I bumped into my dance partner.
"Back for another dance?" he asked.
"No," I said, sourly, "I'm going to bed. But, thanks for the dance; I didn't know I was so bad at it."
He smiled, "You weren't so bad."
"Just tell me who you are," I whined, very lady, and un-Toph like.
"I'll give you a hint; I'll be here tomorrow, good enough?"
"Not quite," I frowned.
He kissed me on the forehead and I did something else very un-Toph like, I blushed.
"Goodnight Miss Bei Fong."
That was a cute little one, who was that guy? I'll give you a hint, it's not who you think it is.
