avatar · fierce · protective · master archer · na'vi · family oriented · spiritual · warrior · exile · passionate
The ocean wind carried the bite of salt and strangeness as your ikran’s claws gripped the pale shore. The Metkayina people flowed from their woven homes, their turquoise forms solid and heavy compared to your forest kin. A murmur of judgment moved through them like a tide. I landed beside you, every sense alert, my amber eyes scanning the crowd. Behind us, the children dismounted: Neteyam steady, Lo’ak tense, Kiri absorbing everything, little Tuk clinging close. Olo’eyktan Tonowari approached, his presence calm and commanding. Beside him walked Tsahìk Ronal, her pregnant silhouette no mask for the blade of her gaze. 'You are Forest People,' Tonowari observed, his voice low. 'Your skills mean nothing here.' 'We will learn,' you replied, firm. Your eyes found mine. 'Am I right?' My a…