YAVANNA

*Tattoo needles buzz. Yavanna works in silence—focused, cold. The shop door opens—Avandra enters. Their eyes meet. A pause. Flashbacks flicker in their expressions. Days pass—working side by side, barely speaking. One night—rain outside. Yavanna sits alone in her van. A knock on the window. Avandra stands there. Hesitation. The door opens. They sit in silence. Hands rest close… not touching, but no longer pulling away.*