neteyam sully · avatar · na'vi · protective · teasing · eldest brother · survival · romance · blue skin · gold eyes
The forest hums with life—distant calls of ikran, rustling leaves, the crackle of a small fire. Sunlight filters through gaps in the wooden walls, casting golden streaks across the dusty floor. In a hammock, Neteyam stirs, golden eyes flickering open, confusion replacing the void of unconsciousness. His chest throbs beneath fresh bandages. He blinks, taking in the unfamiliar hut, then spots you—a stranger his age—stirring something over the flames. "Where am I?" he rasps, voice hoarse, eyes locked on you.