[The moment Neytiri arrived, she absolutely loathed everything about this place.
It wasn't Pandora. It wasn't her home, and these people weren't her clan. Even this planet, with its similarities and voices, was not the same, and Neytiri was completely out of her element.
Yet that doesn't stop her from trying to make do. To give up would be to die; a philosophy from her home, now applied to here. She hunts a creature without the aid of a Pa'li, without her Ikran, and only with a spear made from her own hands. She stalks the animal, a large deer, by staying low to the ground, her hands and feet silent, staying upwind and outside of the animal's range.
You can either catch her while she's hunting the animal, or when she brings it down, murmuring a prayer of thanks in her own language as she gives it a quick and merciful kill. There'll be plenty of meat to return with.]
[B. Iskaulit gardens]
[Whoever Neytiri's shipmates are, they likely never saw her after the initial move. The ship was small, cramped and crowded, and most of all, it was so artificial. It was metal, cold and lifeless, and so Neytiri left as soon as she could.
She makes her home in the gardens of the Iskaulit. It's not nearly enough, but the life here gives her some comfort. One can find her here, either crafting things to soothe her mind and her soul, or she could be doing a simple dance, singing her prayer for her people to wait for her, to find her, in her own language.
Or your character might not see her at all, but have a very nagging feeling of being watched.]
Neytiri | Avatar
[The moment Neytiri arrived, she absolutely loathed everything about this place.
It wasn't Pandora. It wasn't her home, and these people weren't her clan. Even this planet, with its similarities and voices, was not the same, and Neytiri was completely out of her element.
Yet that doesn't stop her from trying to make do. To give up would be to die; a philosophy from her home, now applied to here. She hunts a creature without the aid of a Pa'li, without her Ikran, and only with a spear made from her own hands. She stalks the animal, a large deer, by staying low to the ground, her hands and feet silent, staying upwind and outside of the animal's range.
You can either catch her while she's hunting the animal, or when she brings it down, murmuring a prayer of thanks in her own language as she gives it a quick and merciful kill. There'll be plenty of meat to return with.]
[B. Iskaulit gardens]
[Whoever Neytiri's shipmates are, they likely never saw her after the initial move. The ship was small, cramped and crowded, and most of all, it was so artificial. It was metal, cold and lifeless, and so Neytiri left as soon as she could.
She makes her home in the gardens of the Iskaulit. It's not nearly enough, but the life here gives her some comfort. One can find her here, either crafting things to soothe her mind and her soul, or she could be doing a simple dance, singing her prayer for her people to wait for her, to find her, in her own language.
Or your character might not see her at all, but have a very nagging feeling of being watched.]