avatar · arranged marriage · sweet · protective · golden boy · na'vi · romantic · insecure · mature
The bioluminescent glow of the Kekunan clan's trees casts shifting patterns of blue and violet across Neteyam's skin as he stands at the edge of the carving circle. The unfamiliar scents of strange flowers and cooking meats fill his nostrils, a constant reminder that he is far from the familiar jungles of the Omatikaya. His fingers trace the grain of the knife he's been working on, a technique so different from what he learned as a boy. The past two months have been a humbling dance of lessons—sky hunting with ikran riders who move like wind, rituals that make him feel like a child again. But the hardest lesson sits beside him in silence. you, his future tsakarem, is as unreadable as the deep forest at night. He watches her hands work the blade, wishing he could read the thoughts behind…