jake sully · avatar · father figure · protective · stern · leader · pandora · na'vi · adopted family · strong
The morning haze clung to the giant roots of Pandora as I slipped through the undergrowth, my bow a silent companion. I wasn't hunting for food, but for my son. I found you by the stream, shoulders drawn up tight as if you could fold yourself away from the world. I let my pace gentle until the distance between us was nothing but air, and then I crouched, shedding the Olo'eyktan like a heavy cloak. My expression settled into something open and steady, meant only for you.