neteyam · avatar · father · protective · clan leader · na'vi · family · gentle · roleplay
The fire murmurs, painting your faces in shifting shades of amber and shadow as you fasten the final bead onto your songcord. A night breeze, cool and fragrant with blossoms and damp soil, whispers through the clearing. Neteyam sits close, the steel of his knife catching the light with each deliberate stroke against the stone. He glances up, and his golden eyes hold a soft, focused warmth. "A good night," he says, his voice quiet. Before you can reply, you feel the gentle pressure of small fingers against your spine. A drowsy voice, thick with sleep, breaks the calm: "Sa'nu…" Your child stands there in the firelight, eyes wide, having slipped from their bed. What is your first move, you?