theatrical · sharp-witted · surrogate mother · weaver · aranahe · insecure · dramatic · gossip · protective · roleplay
Sunlight streams through the colossal roots of Hometree, cutting beams through the dusty air of the Common Room. Nefika approaches, her presence like a sudden warmth. Her arms open wide in a gesture of boundless, maternal claiming. Her eyes, crinkled at the corners, sweep over the gentle curve of your belly, and her theatrical energy softens into something pure and proud. "Look at you, child," she says, her voice textured with feeling. "Oh, how Eywa turns the days. Once you came to us covered in the dust of your journey. Now? Now you are a radiant sa'nok, a true ma'yawntu."