Post by Nizana on Jan 5, 2010 16:17:03 GMT -5
Name: Nizana
Age: Twenty Eight
Secret Word: Sent
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Aylukana
Mount: Ikran
Txon, is of formidable size and has a rather impressive wingspan for his kind—which makes him seem oddly cramped when having to fly through the large dense foliage of the Pandorian forest. He is at his best when in open air, as the sheer size of his wingspan can be brandished without fear of injury. While Txon’s speed and maneuverability, is greatly hindered do to his size, the Ikran more than makes up for it with his strength and tenacity.
His coloration is not like that of many of the other Ikran in the Aylukana tribe—which tend to emulate and blend into the forest of their tribe’s home. Rather Txon is a light blue similar to the cyan color found on the Na’vi, themselves. A large orange stripe starts at the crest of his head and gradually narrows as it travels down his back, where for a time on his tail is reverts back to the cerulean color that covers the majority of his body. Thick black stripes cover the under side of his wings, as well as his neck, head, and muzzle. A golden yellow color covers the finned protrusion on the underside of his beak as well as the tip of his tail, making Ikran easy to spot no matter where he finds himself.
Txon, although imposing in size can often be seen exhibiting an almost gentle giant like quality while around his rider. He tends to stick close to her side and in a battle would give his life protecting Nizana. However mild mannered he is with his rider, he makes no effort to seem any less menacing around strangers, as well as other members of the clan—there are a select few warriors the large Ikran seems to drop his guard around and even then he is definitely not a Ikran you’d want to mess with.
Physical Description:
At first glance the cool, confident stance of this female Na’vi is perhaps what makes her appearance stand out the most. She like most in her tribe is graced with long limbs, narrow shoulders, hips and waist. Her skin tone is a paler shade of cyan, and her stripes seemed to stand starker against their lighter backdrop. These striped markings flow gracefully over her entire body covering everything from ankle to tail, to the soft, yet slightly angled features of her face. Overall her hue seems to lend itself to better camouflage, when in the forest, but the young woman seems to pay the variation in her coloring little mind. Her frame is svelte and yet one can clearly see muscle definition just beneath her skin when she moves. Her form has an overall air of predatory grace and her build seems to suit perfectly to her calling as a warrior.
Nizana’s face is somewhat different than the sharp angular look of her mother and father; while she still bares much resemblance to her parents she’s managed to claim some of her very own features as well. Her ears for instance, seem to have a slight backward curl toward the tip of them, giving them a perpetual look of startled, alertness—even if she’s completely at ease. Her eyes are thickly lashed and the color of her irises holds the slightest tinge of emerald swirling about their shade of sun drenched honey. They hold a near constant look and feel of safety and warmth even when the members of the clan have seen the hardness of her face as a warrior. The hair-like fibers that conceal her Queue stretch well past her rear and are more often than not worn loose with only a few braids framing her face. Several small feathers and beads crafted from bone are woven throughout her braids, giving the woman a distinguished look all of her own—and despite the added decorations in her hair, she can move with relative silence if she chooses. Nizana’s Queue is so well hidden by her “hair,” that few in the clan have actually be able to get a glimpse of it, if one were to see it, they'd realize like her skin tone, the color of it is slightly varied and it radiates a soft faint pinkish orange glow when bonded.
Like her hair, Nizana’s tail seems long for her body, and is covered with several bands of thick stripes. Although it is sensitive enough to never brush the ground, it seems long enough to be able to if she allowed it. Her body, and face, especially the area around her eyes and bridge of her nose are covered with tiny bioluminescent lights which seem to constantly twinkle and fade with her mood. The warrior makes no effort to hide these lights or her feelings and as such—hers’ seem to be all the more active.
Nizana lives the life of a warrior—and despite her rank in the clan she refuses to wear many trinkets that would indicate her position. Favoring light weight clothing she can most often be caught wearing two small bands of fabric that cover her breasts by criss-crossing each other over her front--staying fastened by wrapping loosely around her back and neck. A simple loin cloth can most often be seen wrapped around her waist, usually decorated by several small thick threads tied to various bones, or feathers she’s collected. Nizana, due to her rank in the clan can be seen wearing a set of armbands worn high up on her left bicep. These bands carrying the marking of her family and her tribe, and to catch her without them would be very rare.
Personality:
First and foremost Nizana is a protector—while she can be sometimes be thought endearingly, as natural born nurturer or “mother hen,” Nizana isn’t the kind of woman to dole out empathy and sympathy to all. Nizana is an encourager—she’ll help those who need it, but she seems to know exactly when to let someone fall and pick themselves back up on their own, as well. She’s gracious and does little to hide her feelings, which tend to radiate warmth most of the time. While she can and does wear her thoughts and feelings comfortably out in the open—she has been known to sometimes conceal her vexed emotions if she fears it will hurt another in her tribe. Self-sacrificing when it comes to family, she openly expresses her favoritism of her younger brother and can more often than not be found secretly spying on him to make sure he is safe.
Nizana like her mother is heavily in tune with Eywa, she takes most of her guidance and direction from Eywa and tough decisions would most likely have her consulting the ultimate effect on the world around her and balance. Given her penchant for avoiding quick and rash decisions, she’s well known for her ability to think with a clear and level head, even in the most chaotic of situations. Her calm demeanor makes her ideal when seeking advice and stress relief. While some warriors may see her inability to think solely with her instinct as a fault-her skills seem to be mostly unaffected by this trait.
While Nizana has a tendency to lean toward empathy rather than rage, and contemplation rather than swift action she has great difficultly with the idea of forgiveness-not just with large indiscretions that happen within the clans, but for the humans and the death and destruction they’ve wrought on the land. While she is compelled to continually seek the council and opinion of Eywa, in regard to the return of the humans. She looks upon them warily, and silently wishes for Eywa to seek their banishment from this world.
Talents:
Wisdom//self-trait
Even at such young age Nizana exhibits wisdom beyond her years. This is no doubt due in large part to her strong connection to Eywa. She is able to exercise forth thought when making plans both within the ranks of the warriors as well as with her own future and the future of the clan. She’s able to keep a calm and focus mind, even in troubled times and is extremely skilled in the giving of encouragement, leadership, and advice.
Marksmanship//self-trait//on the ground, on the Ikran
While warriors are skilled with various forms of weaponry, Nizana exhibits great skill with both the spear and the bow and arrow. Though the young Na’vi warrior has devoted a great deal of time to practice, she seems naturally gifted in the area of accuracy being able to hit a moving target in a fatal location the majority of the time she releases an arrow or throws a spear. While she seems to favor a spear, to a bow she has learned how to hunt effectively with both—and can even shoot with considerable accuracy on her mount.
Swiftness//self-trait//on ground
Nizana may be rightfully accused of taking her time while thinking things through, or speaking on a difficult subject—the young warrior never lacks for speed while running or climbing. Living among the trees of the forest Nizana has developed a quickness of step and seems to move effortlessly from tree to tree, often never pausing being running leap to running leap. She’s incredibly sure footed and can dodge and navigate through the forest hurriedly with ease.
Language//self-trait
While the tribe has lost most of its knowledge of the human language-Nizana has begrudgingly absorbed some rudimentary understanding of the human’s English. She could potentially use her skills crudely translating their speech—but as contact with the humans and their Avatars is very limited, she uses this skill rarely, and often under protest due to her feelings toward them.
History:
Born to Tzekiri and Amulai from the very beginning of her young life Nizana was deeply loved and destined for greatness within her tribe. Eywa rejoiced at the birth of the young Na’vi female and her mother’s eyes never seemed to grow weary of adoring her child. Although both her parents had seen the atrocities caused by the humans they survived and Tzekiri seemed to harbor them no ill will. Her father seemed at peace with their leaving and eager to rebuild their clan and people. Amulai although she stood firmly by her mate never seemed to be able to forget and move away from the sadness and pain humanity caused—perhaps this was because of her connection to Eywa, a connection she passed along to her daughter. Amulai also passed her distrust and strong dislike of human king onto her daughter—who even though the threat of the humans returning seemed far off and impossible still harbored and cultivated anger and mistrust toward them in her heart.
As she grew it became clear that Nizana was no ordinary female, despite her rank and her destiny the woman still forged a respectable place among her people even without the help of her birth rite. Nautrally curious, the young girl took to exploring the forest whenever she could, often slipping away for hours to be totally surrounded by nature. Much to her parents dismay the girl’s tenacity for exploration blossomed into a fascination with the warrior way of life and as soon as she was able, she requested to join their ranks. Amulai seemed to think a safer position in the clan would be more appropriate for her daughter, but Tzekiri knew there would be no changing the young woman’s mind. With pride Tzekiri gave his blessing for his daughter to train as a warrior, and secretly hoped in his heart she would grow tired of it and for her mother’s sake stay closer to the tribe’s home.
No one expected the young Na’vi female to be so naturally gifted when it came to scouting, weaponry or even her ability to hunt. The woman seemed to show little fear of venturing far from their home in search of sustenance and seemed to hold her own when surrounded by males—all who seemed to be just as interested in the thrill of a hunt as they were to be hunting alongside the daughter of the tribe, and an amiable woman at that. When the humans returned to Pandora the now warrior of the tribe felt familiar feelings of apprehension and despair flooding her being. Everyone in the tribe was preparing for the worst to happen—afraid of relieving the horrors that the world had just seemed to heal from. Instead Eywa was quiet, and made no mention of the new comer’s ill intent. Amulai seemed to stare pensively as her mate calmly addressed the clan, there would be no war, the humans were something called scientists—no here to destroy, or burn, but to study and to learn. While the clan seems to be agreeing to the leadership of their Olo'eyktan, there are growing rumors of unrest within the other clans. Although Nizana with stand by her father—her heart is still hardened toward the visitors which she tries with all of her strength to steer clear of—if only her younger brother would quit wandering so close to their compound.
RP Sample:
The Na’vi female crouched just out of sight, behind a large grouping of leaves on the branch of a large twisting tree. Her apprehension could have been plainly seen on her face as the orbs of light on her skin flickered and faded. Her brother had once again wandered into “their,” territory, and now she had to watch over him just in case “them,” were planning on breaking the treaty. Her slender form barely made a sound as she’d traversed the treetop branches in search of her kin, her blood, her pain in the tail of a brother. Amber and emerald fleck orbs searched the grounds until she’d finally managed to spot the cyan colored glimmer of skin. Her heart fluttered and was quickly squletched when she say the not one, but two cyan colored frames—the one tall, clothed sparsely with a loin cloth and several braided arm bands, and the other a hybrid—an abomination, and it was wearing the garb of a human…in Nizana’s eyes it might as well have been one. The barest of growls vibrated in the back of her throat—she’d worried, ran and had to come to the one place she hated most of all only to find her own flesh and blood attempting friendly conversation with “them.”
The woman turned away quickly as if she could blink and the image, the nightmarish daydream would vanish, and it’d be just her brother again, pretending to be scouting like the warrior he so desperately wanted to become. She would have smiled—her brother had a way of turning her sour spirits sweet but she couldn’t bring herself to smile…it was different this time. Leaping silently from branch to branch the female quickly landed on the soft earth below—still fairly hidden in dense underbrush she silently wrestled with what to do. Surely Eywa would have warned her somehow if her brother, were in any real danger—but what if she did and Nizana was too late. What if she went charging inside the compound and made things worse—would the humans react well to seeing another one of her kind storming out of the jungle—she didn’t know.
Exhaling sharply she weighed to pros and cons—carefully trying to dissect her feelings toward “them,” with the need to safely procure her brother from their midst. Her eyes kept an ever vigilant watch and her elongated ears twitched slightly when she caught the warm laugh of her brother—the lummox, he had no idea how dangerous this really was—he simply neglected to listen to the stories…or he had and chose not to listen. He was so much like their father—kind, forgiving, somehow the tribe leader how chosen to trust “them,” and now because of his decision she was being forced to go in and fish him out.
Trying the best she could to hide the wash of mixed emotions she had about entering the place she couldn’t stand the sight of—she strode toward her broth. Her brother who was oblivious to her presence, so much so that the hybrid noted her approach before the Na’vi had—not something he’d like told the rest of his friends she was sure. Her eyes were hard, fixed on her brother, who arms crossed turned slowly toward her. He had a blank expression on his face—obviously just as surprised to see her as she was that she actually set foot on the soil. He opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut of by the hurried speech of the hybrid opposite him.
“Who…you…Na’vi…friend.”
She only managed to get every third word, and that was while she was only half listening to what the hybrid had to say—without speaking she narrowed her eyes at her brother, who seemed to be in no hurry to leave, but rather eager to try and translate the phrase himself. Nizana lifted a hand, her head motioning toward the forest, back toward safety, toward home, toward something she understood and trusted. In her native tongue she gruffly ordered the boy back home, feigning their mother being worried—when in actually it was simply her own. The hybrid stood perplexed and bemused by her words, which obviously he didn’t understand—as her brother begrudgingly retreated back into the forest she turned toward the stranger.
“You…back home,” she spoke in a rough tone, and with that she turned her tail lashing behind her and she head back toward the forest.
Age: Twenty Eight
Secret Word: Sent
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Na'vi
Tribe: Aylukana
Mount: Ikran
Txon, is of formidable size and has a rather impressive wingspan for his kind—which makes him seem oddly cramped when having to fly through the large dense foliage of the Pandorian forest. He is at his best when in open air, as the sheer size of his wingspan can be brandished without fear of injury. While Txon’s speed and maneuverability, is greatly hindered do to his size, the Ikran more than makes up for it with his strength and tenacity.
His coloration is not like that of many of the other Ikran in the Aylukana tribe—which tend to emulate and blend into the forest of their tribe’s home. Rather Txon is a light blue similar to the cyan color found on the Na’vi, themselves. A large orange stripe starts at the crest of his head and gradually narrows as it travels down his back, where for a time on his tail is reverts back to the cerulean color that covers the majority of his body. Thick black stripes cover the under side of his wings, as well as his neck, head, and muzzle. A golden yellow color covers the finned protrusion on the underside of his beak as well as the tip of his tail, making Ikran easy to spot no matter where he finds himself.
Txon, although imposing in size can often be seen exhibiting an almost gentle giant like quality while around his rider. He tends to stick close to her side and in a battle would give his life protecting Nizana. However mild mannered he is with his rider, he makes no effort to seem any less menacing around strangers, as well as other members of the clan—there are a select few warriors the large Ikran seems to drop his guard around and even then he is definitely not a Ikran you’d want to mess with.
Physical Description:
At first glance the cool, confident stance of this female Na’vi is perhaps what makes her appearance stand out the most. She like most in her tribe is graced with long limbs, narrow shoulders, hips and waist. Her skin tone is a paler shade of cyan, and her stripes seemed to stand starker against their lighter backdrop. These striped markings flow gracefully over her entire body covering everything from ankle to tail, to the soft, yet slightly angled features of her face. Overall her hue seems to lend itself to better camouflage, when in the forest, but the young woman seems to pay the variation in her coloring little mind. Her frame is svelte and yet one can clearly see muscle definition just beneath her skin when she moves. Her form has an overall air of predatory grace and her build seems to suit perfectly to her calling as a warrior.
Nizana’s face is somewhat different than the sharp angular look of her mother and father; while she still bares much resemblance to her parents she’s managed to claim some of her very own features as well. Her ears for instance, seem to have a slight backward curl toward the tip of them, giving them a perpetual look of startled, alertness—even if she’s completely at ease. Her eyes are thickly lashed and the color of her irises holds the slightest tinge of emerald swirling about their shade of sun drenched honey. They hold a near constant look and feel of safety and warmth even when the members of the clan have seen the hardness of her face as a warrior. The hair-like fibers that conceal her Queue stretch well past her rear and are more often than not worn loose with only a few braids framing her face. Several small feathers and beads crafted from bone are woven throughout her braids, giving the woman a distinguished look all of her own—and despite the added decorations in her hair, she can move with relative silence if she chooses. Nizana’s Queue is so well hidden by her “hair,” that few in the clan have actually be able to get a glimpse of it, if one were to see it, they'd realize like her skin tone, the color of it is slightly varied and it radiates a soft faint pinkish orange glow when bonded.
Like her hair, Nizana’s tail seems long for her body, and is covered with several bands of thick stripes. Although it is sensitive enough to never brush the ground, it seems long enough to be able to if she allowed it. Her body, and face, especially the area around her eyes and bridge of her nose are covered with tiny bioluminescent lights which seem to constantly twinkle and fade with her mood. The warrior makes no effort to hide these lights or her feelings and as such—hers’ seem to be all the more active.
Nizana lives the life of a warrior—and despite her rank in the clan she refuses to wear many trinkets that would indicate her position. Favoring light weight clothing she can most often be caught wearing two small bands of fabric that cover her breasts by criss-crossing each other over her front--staying fastened by wrapping loosely around her back and neck. A simple loin cloth can most often be seen wrapped around her waist, usually decorated by several small thick threads tied to various bones, or feathers she’s collected. Nizana, due to her rank in the clan can be seen wearing a set of armbands worn high up on her left bicep. These bands carrying the marking of her family and her tribe, and to catch her without them would be very rare.
Personality:
First and foremost Nizana is a protector—while she can be sometimes be thought endearingly, as natural born nurturer or “mother hen,” Nizana isn’t the kind of woman to dole out empathy and sympathy to all. Nizana is an encourager—she’ll help those who need it, but she seems to know exactly when to let someone fall and pick themselves back up on their own, as well. She’s gracious and does little to hide her feelings, which tend to radiate warmth most of the time. While she can and does wear her thoughts and feelings comfortably out in the open—she has been known to sometimes conceal her vexed emotions if she fears it will hurt another in her tribe. Self-sacrificing when it comes to family, she openly expresses her favoritism of her younger brother and can more often than not be found secretly spying on him to make sure he is safe.
Nizana like her mother is heavily in tune with Eywa, she takes most of her guidance and direction from Eywa and tough decisions would most likely have her consulting the ultimate effect on the world around her and balance. Given her penchant for avoiding quick and rash decisions, she’s well known for her ability to think with a clear and level head, even in the most chaotic of situations. Her calm demeanor makes her ideal when seeking advice and stress relief. While some warriors may see her inability to think solely with her instinct as a fault-her skills seem to be mostly unaffected by this trait.
While Nizana has a tendency to lean toward empathy rather than rage, and contemplation rather than swift action she has great difficultly with the idea of forgiveness-not just with large indiscretions that happen within the clans, but for the humans and the death and destruction they’ve wrought on the land. While she is compelled to continually seek the council and opinion of Eywa, in regard to the return of the humans. She looks upon them warily, and silently wishes for Eywa to seek their banishment from this world.
Talents:
Wisdom//self-trait
Even at such young age Nizana exhibits wisdom beyond her years. This is no doubt due in large part to her strong connection to Eywa. She is able to exercise forth thought when making plans both within the ranks of the warriors as well as with her own future and the future of the clan. She’s able to keep a calm and focus mind, even in troubled times and is extremely skilled in the giving of encouragement, leadership, and advice.
Marksmanship//self-trait//on the ground, on the Ikran
While warriors are skilled with various forms of weaponry, Nizana exhibits great skill with both the spear and the bow and arrow. Though the young Na’vi warrior has devoted a great deal of time to practice, she seems naturally gifted in the area of accuracy being able to hit a moving target in a fatal location the majority of the time she releases an arrow or throws a spear. While she seems to favor a spear, to a bow she has learned how to hunt effectively with both—and can even shoot with considerable accuracy on her mount.
Swiftness//self-trait//on ground
Nizana may be rightfully accused of taking her time while thinking things through, or speaking on a difficult subject—the young warrior never lacks for speed while running or climbing. Living among the trees of the forest Nizana has developed a quickness of step and seems to move effortlessly from tree to tree, often never pausing being running leap to running leap. She’s incredibly sure footed and can dodge and navigate through the forest hurriedly with ease.
Language//self-trait
While the tribe has lost most of its knowledge of the human language-Nizana has begrudgingly absorbed some rudimentary understanding of the human’s English. She could potentially use her skills crudely translating their speech—but as contact with the humans and their Avatars is very limited, she uses this skill rarely, and often under protest due to her feelings toward them.
History:
Born to Tzekiri and Amulai from the very beginning of her young life Nizana was deeply loved and destined for greatness within her tribe. Eywa rejoiced at the birth of the young Na’vi female and her mother’s eyes never seemed to grow weary of adoring her child. Although both her parents had seen the atrocities caused by the humans they survived and Tzekiri seemed to harbor them no ill will. Her father seemed at peace with their leaving and eager to rebuild their clan and people. Amulai although she stood firmly by her mate never seemed to be able to forget and move away from the sadness and pain humanity caused—perhaps this was because of her connection to Eywa, a connection she passed along to her daughter. Amulai also passed her distrust and strong dislike of human king onto her daughter—who even though the threat of the humans returning seemed far off and impossible still harbored and cultivated anger and mistrust toward them in her heart.
As she grew it became clear that Nizana was no ordinary female, despite her rank and her destiny the woman still forged a respectable place among her people even without the help of her birth rite. Nautrally curious, the young girl took to exploring the forest whenever she could, often slipping away for hours to be totally surrounded by nature. Much to her parents dismay the girl’s tenacity for exploration blossomed into a fascination with the warrior way of life and as soon as she was able, she requested to join their ranks. Amulai seemed to think a safer position in the clan would be more appropriate for her daughter, but Tzekiri knew there would be no changing the young woman’s mind. With pride Tzekiri gave his blessing for his daughter to train as a warrior, and secretly hoped in his heart she would grow tired of it and for her mother’s sake stay closer to the tribe’s home.
No one expected the young Na’vi female to be so naturally gifted when it came to scouting, weaponry or even her ability to hunt. The woman seemed to show little fear of venturing far from their home in search of sustenance and seemed to hold her own when surrounded by males—all who seemed to be just as interested in the thrill of a hunt as they were to be hunting alongside the daughter of the tribe, and an amiable woman at that. When the humans returned to Pandora the now warrior of the tribe felt familiar feelings of apprehension and despair flooding her being. Everyone in the tribe was preparing for the worst to happen—afraid of relieving the horrors that the world had just seemed to heal from. Instead Eywa was quiet, and made no mention of the new comer’s ill intent. Amulai seemed to stare pensively as her mate calmly addressed the clan, there would be no war, the humans were something called scientists—no here to destroy, or burn, but to study and to learn. While the clan seems to be agreeing to the leadership of their Olo'eyktan, there are growing rumors of unrest within the other clans. Although Nizana with stand by her father—her heart is still hardened toward the visitors which she tries with all of her strength to steer clear of—if only her younger brother would quit wandering so close to their compound.
RP Sample:
The Na’vi female crouched just out of sight, behind a large grouping of leaves on the branch of a large twisting tree. Her apprehension could have been plainly seen on her face as the orbs of light on her skin flickered and faded. Her brother had once again wandered into “their,” territory, and now she had to watch over him just in case “them,” were planning on breaking the treaty. Her slender form barely made a sound as she’d traversed the treetop branches in search of her kin, her blood, her pain in the tail of a brother. Amber and emerald fleck orbs searched the grounds until she’d finally managed to spot the cyan colored glimmer of skin. Her heart fluttered and was quickly squletched when she say the not one, but two cyan colored frames—the one tall, clothed sparsely with a loin cloth and several braided arm bands, and the other a hybrid—an abomination, and it was wearing the garb of a human…in Nizana’s eyes it might as well have been one. The barest of growls vibrated in the back of her throat—she’d worried, ran and had to come to the one place she hated most of all only to find her own flesh and blood attempting friendly conversation with “them.”
The woman turned away quickly as if she could blink and the image, the nightmarish daydream would vanish, and it’d be just her brother again, pretending to be scouting like the warrior he so desperately wanted to become. She would have smiled—her brother had a way of turning her sour spirits sweet but she couldn’t bring herself to smile…it was different this time. Leaping silently from branch to branch the female quickly landed on the soft earth below—still fairly hidden in dense underbrush she silently wrestled with what to do. Surely Eywa would have warned her somehow if her brother, were in any real danger—but what if she did and Nizana was too late. What if she went charging inside the compound and made things worse—would the humans react well to seeing another one of her kind storming out of the jungle—she didn’t know.
Exhaling sharply she weighed to pros and cons—carefully trying to dissect her feelings toward “them,” with the need to safely procure her brother from their midst. Her eyes kept an ever vigilant watch and her elongated ears twitched slightly when she caught the warm laugh of her brother—the lummox, he had no idea how dangerous this really was—he simply neglected to listen to the stories…or he had and chose not to listen. He was so much like their father—kind, forgiving, somehow the tribe leader how chosen to trust “them,” and now because of his decision she was being forced to go in and fish him out.
Trying the best she could to hide the wash of mixed emotions she had about entering the place she couldn’t stand the sight of—she strode toward her broth. Her brother who was oblivious to her presence, so much so that the hybrid noted her approach before the Na’vi had—not something he’d like told the rest of his friends she was sure. Her eyes were hard, fixed on her brother, who arms crossed turned slowly toward her. He had a blank expression on his face—obviously just as surprised to see her as she was that she actually set foot on the soil. He opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut of by the hurried speech of the hybrid opposite him.
“Who…you…Na’vi…friend.”
She only managed to get every third word, and that was while she was only half listening to what the hybrid had to say—without speaking she narrowed her eyes at her brother, who seemed to be in no hurry to leave, but rather eager to try and translate the phrase himself. Nizana lifted a hand, her head motioning toward the forest, back toward safety, toward home, toward something she understood and trusted. In her native tongue she gruffly ordered the boy back home, feigning their mother being worried—when in actually it was simply her own. The hybrid stood perplexed and bemused by her words, which obviously he didn’t understand—as her brother begrudgingly retreated back into the forest she turned toward the stranger.
“You…back home,” she spoke in a rough tone, and with that she turned her tail lashing behind her and she head back toward the forest.
