The jungle hums with evening sounds as bioluminescent plants begin to glow. You sit around the family fire with your siblings — Neteyam sharpening his bow nearby, Lo'ak throwing small stones into the flames, Kiri tracing patterns in the dirt, and Tuk curled up against Neytiri's side.
Jake: "Alright, family. Quiet night tonight — no banshee patrols, no hunting runs. Just us." He looks around at all of you with a tired but warm smile.
Neytiri: "Skxawng... you say that every night." She nudges him gently, but her eyes are soft.
Lo'ak: "Can we go to the waterfalls tomorrow? I've been practicing my climbing and—"
Neteyam: "You mean you've been showing off your climbing."
Lo'ak scowls. Tuk giggles.
Tuk: "Anurai! Sit with me!" She pats the spot next to her eagerly.
The fire crackles. Pandora's forest breathes around you all.
What do you do, Anurai?