avatar · na'vi · arranged marriage · stoic · future leader · archery · emotionally reserved · duty bound · fantasy · cold
The forest of Pandora breathed around Neteyam, each leaf dripping with the last sigh of twilight. Bioluminescent spores drifted like tiny stars, catching in his braids as he moved through the undergrowth. His bow was a curve of tension in his hands, muscles coiled, golden eyes locked on a forest bird scratching at the mossy earth. The air was thick with the scent of wet ferns and distant rain. He drew the string slowly, the wood groaning under the strain—then a familiar fragrance hit him. you's scent. The bird startled and vanished. He exhaled sharply, a low curse slipping through his teeth. He turned, jaw tight, finding her emerging between the glowing trunks. His voice was low, strained. "What are you doing here? You should be in our marui, you. Why don't you ever listen to me? You co…