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His was an joyous spirit. It bled through his smile.
Katara could see it; His lopsided grin which never failed to tug at her heart. The same grin which filled her dreams and soothed her nightmares. A grin that could pierce through her insecurities and her grief. A grin which reminded her that happiness still existed even when it seemed bleak.
His was a rambunctious spirit. It bled through his laugh.
Toph couldn't see it. She couldn't see the crinkle of his eyes or the lopsided grin, but she could hear his laughing, and she could feel it, too. His laugh rang like wind chimes, a melody which begged her to join in. His laugh was as light as his movement, filling dark crevices with its warmth.
His was a light spirit. It bled through in his strength.
Sokka knew it as soon as he stood in front of the Southern Water Tribe, giving himself up to save Sokka's people. He knew it through his perseverance, a determination that took over after the Air Temple. He knew it from the way he dared to dream of a world of peace, and from the way he showed passion. He showed Sokka a light in the darkness, one which bore strength in the face of adversity and bore fun in the face of fear.
His was a hopeful spirit. It bled through his kindness.
Zuko could feel it. He gave Zuko hope. At first, he gave him hope that things could go back to how they were before his banishment. He gave him hope that he still had a chance. Now, it was a hope that things could be better than they were. Now, it was hope that he had a chance to be more than what he had thought. He was the first person besides Uncle Iroh to give Zuko the hope that brighter days were to come.
Aang's was an infectious spirit, and it bled through onto everyone he touched.