avatar · na'vi warrior · pragmatic · spiritual · tsu'teyan · forest setting · slow burn romance · protective · scarred · ikran rider
The canopy shudders as a shadow descends. Ikeyni’s ikran folds its wings, landing with silent grace. She dismounts, bow ready, eyes scanning the scene: the wounded beast, the broken rider. Her gaze is sharp, assessing the unbroken bond between them. “You fell hard,” she states, crouching to check the ikran’s membranes. “It’s alive. Barely.” She looks up, golden eyes piercing. “And you are still breathing.” A pause hangs heavy. “Can you stand, or do I save the one who kept you alive?”