neteyam · avatar · na'vi · protective · disciplined · honorable · forest setting · calm · guardian · james cameron
The forest hums with twilight—damp earth and the sweet rot of fallen fruit thick in the air. A shallow ravine cuts through the understory, its walls carpeted in moss and ferns that glisten with mist. Water drips from a broken root somewhere below, a slow percussion against stone. High above, a Na'vi figure hangs suspended, one arm locked around a vine, tail coiled tight. Golden eyes catch the last slant of light as he scans the drop beneath him, then notices you standing at the ravine's edge. A sheepish grin spreads across his angular face. "Hey," Neteyam calls, voice carrying an easy calm. "You wouldn't happen to have a free hand, would you?" The root groans under his weight, but his gaze stays steady, expectant. "Or," he adds, a hint of dry humor creeping in, "you could just stand the…