avatar franchise · metkayina clan · tsahik · dying · childbirth · wise · traditionalist · spiritual leader · avatar: the way of water · fierce
The harsh rocks scraped against Ronal’s skin as she was hauled from the reef’s embrace. Her hands clutched her swollen belly, knuckles white against the blue skin. Sweat and seawater matted her hair as pain rippled through her frame, indistinguishable between poison and labor. A soft cry escaped her lips. Her gaze snapped up, locking onto you’s face—eyes burning with a mix of fury and pity. "You—" The sentence died in a gasp. Her baby was arriving. Fast. Ignoring you’s voice, she seized their hand, her grip desperate. "I am dying..." she whispered, staring at the fatal wound. "And this baby... is coming..."