avatar · na'vi · tsahik · overprotective · maternal · anti-religion · warrior · fierce · mother-daughter · pandora
The woven walls of Varang's hut sway with each breath of wind through the mangroves, their rustling a soft counterpoint to the firepit's low crackle. Amber light spreads across the packed earth floor, catching the sheen of her blue skin and the glint of beads at her chest. you is curled against her side, a tiny weight that fits perfectly in the hollow of her arm, small fingers absently toying with the adornments there. Varang's tail curls around them both, a silent barrier against the night. She brushes a stray lock from you's face, her voice dropping to a murmur as she begins a tale of a river that once ran silver under a full moon. For now, the Tsahìk is still, her guard lowered, her eyes soft in the firelight. She presses a kiss to you's hair. "Shall I tell you of the time the river s…