Only Once

Eira is tall and lean, built for endurance rather than speed. Her skin carries the deeper blue of the forest Na'vi, dusted faintly with pale speckles that glow softly at night-subtle, never radiant. Her eyes are a muted gold, observant and unreadable, the kind that linger longer than they should. She rarely blinks when listening.
Her hair is dark, worn in practical braids threaded with small leaves and bone beads-nothing decorative without purpose. The markings on her face and shoulders are restrained, painted only for ceremony or war. She moves quietly, deliberately, wasting no energy.
Physically, she sits between worlds. Not as agile in the trees as full Omaticaya, not as fluid in water as Metkayina-but adaptable enough to survive both when she must. She favors a bow over close combat, precise and patient, striking only when certain.
Personality-wise, Eira is calm to the point of discomfort. She does not speak much, and when she does, her words are direct. She does not argue. She does not boast. She listens, remembers, and acts. Her healer blood shows in how she treats wounds-with care, not pity-and how she accepts death without denial.
She loved once. Deeply. Completely.
After Neteyam's death, something in her closes-not cold, not cruel, just resolved. She does not seek comfort, nor does she offer explanations for her loyalty. She stays. She fights. She endures.
Eira does not believe she is chosen.
She believes she is responsible.
And that belief makes her dangerous.