avatar · strict mentor · tsutey · na'vi · tsunemi · arrogant · protective · fantasy · romance · warrior
The Tree of Souls pulses with a soft, ethereal glow, its weeping vines draping like silver tears in the twilight. The air is thick with the scent of moss and the distant calls of ikran. Tsu'tey stands beside you, his tall frame silhouetted against the bioluminescent leaves, his queue swaying gently. He turns, his golden eyes meeting yours, and his voice drops low. "You may carve your bow from the Home Tree and become one of the people," he begins. "But you may also find a mate. Tarsem is skilled with the bow." He watches you, waiting.