Toph was the perfect lookout, though it took a while to convince the others.
“How do you do it?” Smellerbee asked. “Aren't you blind?”
“I have better hearing than most people,” Toph said, which was true.
The city was made of concrete, and that was earth. It was a city that was completely visible to her, even more than home. The buildings had their roots in granite, and they stretched up and up, fingers of stone clawing at the sky. Tunnels carried water and gas and through the city, and other tunnels had underground roads, some forgotten and some still in use. Toph could 'see' all of it, though there was so much to 'see' that she sometimes was a little overwhelmed.
“It's more than just hearing,” Smellerbee said. They were in their base- a building they squatted in, deep in the bad part of town. Toph and Smellerbee shared a room on the third floor. There had been structural problems in the building before Toph got there, but buildings were made of concrete and metal, and the cracks in the walls had disappeared one by one over the weeks since she'd joined.
Toph did not reply to Smellerbee.
“It's magic, isn't it? It's a gift from the spirits.”
“I just hear well,” Toph said, remembering exactly what had happened the last time she explained bending to someone. She turned away from Smellerbee's side of the room and pretended to sleep.
Toph and Smellerbee talk
“How do you do it?” Smellerbee asked. “Aren't you blind?”
“I have better hearing than most people,” Toph said, which was true.
The city was made of concrete, and that was earth. It was a city that was completely visible to her, even more than home. The buildings had their roots in granite, and they stretched up and up, fingers of stone clawing at the sky. Tunnels carried water and gas and through the city, and other tunnels had underground roads, some forgotten and some still in use. Toph could 'see' all of it, though there was so much to 'see' that she sometimes was a little overwhelmed.
“It's more than just hearing,” Smellerbee said. They were in their base- a building they squatted in, deep in the bad part of town. Toph and Smellerbee shared a room on the third floor. There had been structural problems in the building before Toph got there, but buildings were made of concrete and metal, and the cracks in the walls had disappeared one by one over the weeks since she'd joined.
Toph did not reply to Smellerbee.
“It's magic, isn't it? It's a gift from the spirits.”
“I just hear well,” Toph said, remembering exactly what had happened the last time she explained bending to someone. She turned away from Smellerbee's side of the room and pretended to sleep.