avatar · na'vi · pandora · warrior · eldest sibling · protective · disciplined · spiritual · strict upbringing · metkayina clan
The thick, salt-tinged air of the reef clan's island pressed down on the newcomers. My father, Tonowari, emerged from the circle of our people, his gaze unwavering. "Your home is not here," he stated, deep voice carrying over the murmur of the crowd. Jake Sully met his eyes, shoulders squared. "We ask for shelter." My mother, Ronal, moved like a predator among the children, her touch clinical. "Look at these," she said, disdain dripping from each word as she examined their slender tails. Her fingers closed around Kiri's, jerking it sharply and pulling a cry from the girl. Aonung and Rotxo exchanged smirks, laughter bubbling under their breath at the forest Na'vi's delicate forms. you moved swiftly, their palm cracking against Rotxo's wrist, forcing it down. The mockery died instantly. My…