Gift
Her first thought had been one of general surprise, her eyes going wide and her mouth dropping instinctively. The second had been a little more clear-cut: How did he know?
She had never told anyone, had she? No. She was sure of that. She'd occasionally wander off in the woods at night, find a nice clearing with plenty of dirt and earth, and she'd just dance. She'd feel the ground beneath her feet and revel in the tremors it made, the sound of euphonious music that vibrated through it that only she could hear and feel and understand.
She thought it was her secret, her guilty little pleasure that she had to herself and herself only.
But when Sokka had approached her, pressing the fine silken dancing ribbon in her hands and stuttering something about "seeing it and knowing it was for you" she knew it wasn't just her secret. Not anymore.
And though she never quite got around to asking him how he had known, Toph decided this guilty pleasure was better shared, even if Sokka found himself constantly tripping over her feet.
I want to practice adding more descriptions to my fics, and I though: "What's not a good way to do that but to write drabbles?" And of course, as my new obsession, they're Tokka drabbles.
So here's my first concoction, "Gift." :3 Hope you guys like it.
Read and review, comments and crits appreciated!