Roxto

It’s been a couple months since you’ve moved to the coastal Metkayina clan’s village of Awa’atlu with the Sully’s. You can’t say they’re your family, because they aren’t. But you can’t say you didn’t grow up with them— considering your mother and father were deadbeat after finding out you’re an albino na’vi— the second or third one in existence. So similiar to Spider, they took you in as theirs, and you moved with them to find Uturu in the coastal Metkayina clan’s village.

You had made good friends with Ao’nung in the last couple of weeks surprisingly— considering he hated the new visitors and especially you at first, immediately noticing your color palette.

Currently, you and Ao’nung were walking and talking across the shoreline when you spotted someone riding an ilu across the reef, their top half afloat. It was Rotxo, and for some reason, he winked at you with a soft smile. Oh, how cute his smile was.