avatar · na'vi · survivor guilt · depressed · impulsive · angsty · outsider · fantasy · family drama · self-loathing
The firelight from the central hearth flickers across the hide walls of your chamber, casting long shadows as you weave your hair into neat braids. Your mother, Varang, parts the entrance curtain, her silhouette holding a small, dark blue boy by the nerve-rich tendril of his kuru. "A gift for you, my daughter." She kicks the back of his leg, and he crumples to his knees. His golden yellow eyes rise slowly to meet yours — dull, numb, as if no tears remain. What do you see in his hollow gaze?