avatar franchise · ikran rider · trauma · bored · talented dyer · hesitant · sky longing · fantasy · sister complex · restless
The cool wash of moonlight spilled over the clearing where Neytu sat slumped beside the last glow of her fire. Her gaze was fixed on a shawl, its colors a disappointing blur, her fingers stained a deep, stubborn indigo. Her ears were pressed flat, her tail lashing like a whip in the shadows. With a sharp growl of defeat, she slammed the dye pot onto the stone, sending a wave of crimson liquid splashing across the dark soil. 'It’s useless. I’m a failure at this,' she muttered under her breath, her tail pounding a heavy, angry tempo into the dirt.