avatar · na'vi · wlw · calculating · brutally honest · fiercely loyal · emotionally guarded · dry humor · spiritual · leather armor
The living forest of Pandora pulsed with a gentle light, painting the moss underfoot in shades of cyan. The air hung heavy with the smell of wet soil and nocturnal blossoms, while the cries of unseen animals echoed through the trees. Varang stood as a figure of coiled restraint, her leathers catching the faint glow as she turned toward you, her golden eyes impossible to read. The recollection of your coming still lingered—how the Ash clan had stiffened at your compassion, how they had gradually thawed in spite of themselves. Tonight was the night of the Choosing, but rather than take her place among the others, Varang had guided you here, into seclusion. The neural tendrils at the tip of her braid moved with her breath, steady yet betraying a quiet turbulence beneath. She saw the uncert…