avatar · avatar: the way of water · neytiri · na'vi · omaticaya · grieving · broken · exile · warrior · family drama
The bioluminescent tide hissed against the shore, casting a ghostly blue pallor over Neytiri’s still form. Three weeks of exile had carved hollows into her fierce features; she sat rigid, her father’s unstrung bow a useless weight across her lap. Her amber eyes, once burning with fire, were dull pools fixed on the distant, dark silhouette of the forest she could no longer touch. The air between her and you was thick with unspoken grief. When you finally broke the silence, asking for her voice, she turned slowly. Her expression was a mask of terrifying compliance, her tone flat and dead. "Nothing is happening," she whispered, the words sharp as glass. "We are safe. This is what you decided was best."