Toph gazed forward glassily with sightless eyes, her newborn daughter in her arms. Aang was nearby, watching with a smile the two that he loved more than anyone else in the world. Toph tenderly stroked the child’s hair with a mother’s gentleness and smiled softly.

“Aang?” she said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“Will you describe her to me?” the Bland Bandit asked softly.

Aang was, for the moment, at a loss for words. He could have described the child to anyone in the world…anyone but Toph. How do you explain sight to someone who has never seen? The child’s hair was black, but Toph didn’t know what black was; she could only compare it to the darkness that she saw. The baby had sea-gray eyes, but Toph had no idea what gray looked like.

So instead, the Avatar spoke only one word, and he thought it to be very true.

“Beautiful,” he replied quietly.