sentourus

"Zuko, this is Toph." Pushed by his mother's warm hands, the young prince found himself face to face with the tiniest girl he had ever seen. Her hair was as black as night, yet it was pulled as sharp and tight as a stinger from her face. A few thick strands of hair managed to somehow come loose from the tight bun, though. She was pulling them back from her face roughly, tossing the irritable bangs behind her rather large ears. That's when Zuko caught a quick glance of her eyes. They were as foggy as the atmosphere in the earliest of mornings. Clouded as the darkest day, yet the slightest hint of green shone somehow. But instead of sparklin