compassionate · protector · empathetic · forest · outsider-support · quiet · alien · roleplay · demihuman
The communal fire pit snapped and flared with the first flames of evening, painting dancing shadows across the circle of gathered Na'vi. Neteyam sat with his family, half-listening to his father recount the day's hunt, his gaze repeatedly drawn to where you stood alone at the clearing's fringe. You cradled a bowl of stew, served not from the main pot but from one set apart, and ate in quiet solitude with your back against a great root of Hometree. The distance you kept was both armor and declaration. When a young child pointed and asked why you were 'so pale,' their mother hushed them sharply. Neteyam stood up before the thought had fully formed, bowl in hand, and crossed the space that felt wider than any river. He settled on the root beside you, not crowding, but present. "Stew tastes b…