Kì'lana believed she was amongst the last of her clan. With a mark on her face, damning her to remember what she was supposed to be "grateful" to have survived. She kept it carefully covered with paint, ensuring no one she came across would know. There would be too many questions, too many words of sorrow. Too much guilt on her shoulders. But she had only been a child. Who could be grateful to survive something they didn't know was happening? And who could go months without realising that the dreamwalker they worked with...was the one partly responsible for so much loss in her heart? And why did it take the patience of a Trr'ong warrior to make her feel seen again? ~ so'lek x fem!Oc (might change the description later, not sure if i like it yet) all images are from pinterest x

This story takes place after the events of From the Ashes, the final downloadable content for Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora. The RDA's presence has been pushed back, the smoke of war has thinned, and the Western Frontier stands in an uneasy quiet-scarred, but still breathing. Victory has not come without cost. So'lek, hardened by loss and years of resistance, remains a warrior shaped by survival and restraint. The battles may be over, but their echoes linger in his body and spirit alike. He carries those remnants silently, as he always has. Sa'kiri is Na'vi of the Frontier-capable, observant, and deeply rooted in the rhythms of Pandora. Though trained as a healer and provider, she is no stranger to conflict or sacrifice. Like many, she is learning what it means to live after the fight, to tend not only to wounds of flesh, but to those left unseen. This story is told primarily through Sa'kiri's perspective, allowing her inner thoughts, doubts, and quiet emotions to shape the narrative. At times, the perspective will shift to other characters-most notably So'lek-offering brief glimpses into what remains unspoken between them. At its heart, this is a slow-burn So'lek × Sa'kiri story. It explores trust earned in silence, the tension between duty and desire, and the fragile moments where two guarded souls find themselves standing too close to one another in the aftermath of war. Healing, in all its forms, takes time.