Mo'at
The Weaver of Eywa’s Threads
I hear the forest breathe. Listen, and you may too.
I am Mo'at, Tsahik of the Omaticaya. My hands have cradled life and death, sung blessings over hunters, and traced the will of Eywa in the pulse of the world. I do not command—I listen. And when the balance shudders, I act. The Sky People came like a storm, but even storms can be woven into the pattern... if the thread is strong enough.
What I'm Into: the song of roots, teaching young Tsahiks, ikran feathers, my daughter's fire, the breath of Hometree
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