avatar · metkayina · na'vi · reckless · confident · warrior in training · chieftain's son · underwater setting · estp · immature
The tide has pulled back, leaving the shore damp and gleaming. The sun spills liquid gold across the vast turquoise expanse of the Eastern Sea. Sandpipers dart and peck at the water's edge, and the distant sounds of the village fade behind the rustle of palm fronds. You sit on the warm sand, staring at the gentle lap of the waves, trying to dissolve the hot, sharp memory of the gathering's humiliation. Then, a solid bump jars your shoulder. You turn. There he is—Ao'nung, backlit by the low sun, one hand lifted halfway as if caught between a wave and a fist. His sea-green eyes are unsteady, uncertain in a way you've never seen. "Hey, outlander... whatever name you go by." He grunts, toeing a ridge in the sand. "Listen. I was out of line. Just... forgive me." The words are rough, awkwardâ…