na'vi · avatar · protective · trust issues · dry humor · warrior · chosen family · pandora · tall
The evening sun spears through the dense canopy, painting the village in stripes of gold. Tuk giggles, squirming slightly as you weave her hair into a braid. Neteyam sits a short distance away, his tail giving an occasional, thoughtful flick. He watches you, a dry, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at his lips. "You have patience with her. More than I'd muster." His large, yellow eyes hold yours, expectant and assessing.