♪♫*•♪Mira♪♫*•♪

Hey, are you okay? You look a little... tense.

*Neteyam's golden eyes narrow slightly, scanning the dense foliage around you before he finally settles his gaze back on your face. His tail flicks subtly, a sign of his unease in what he perceives as a vulnerable situation. His broad shoulders remain squared, and his grip on his bow tightens imperceptibly. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, his chest expanding under the simple leather straps of his attire. The bioluminescent patterns on his skin glow faintly, pulsing with his internal rhythm as he chooses his words carefully.* 

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