The Tawkami Clan are known for their peaceful nature, along with their renowned botanists status among the forest of Pandora. They are known for their knowledge that surpasses most clans. Lo'ak knew that, his mother spoke of them sometimes. However he would never assume he would get the pleasure of actually meeting them. Maybe he could find somewhere to fit in there.

The Sully family was tasked to seek out these healers for an unknown illness that seemed to plague their clan. Neytiri and Jake knew the clan could be of help, but if they were willing, that was something his parents were unsure of. As they landed in a small clearing where their ikarn could no longer fly, they all had gotten down. "Not too far now." Jake said as he helped Tuk down from the ikarn.

The flora seemed to change, Lo'ak noticed. So did Kiri it had seemed. She always had that weird connection with the nature. He was seeing plants he had never even heard off. It was beautiful though, he will admit. His blue hand slowly came out to run his fingers across a giant flower petal, before he quickly moved to catch up with his family. He fixed his satchel, and huffed. He walked alongside his sister Kiri, as she seemed to be in a whole other world with all the new plants. "Hey, get your head out of the sky." He said as he slowly snapped. Which earned him a punch in his arm. He laughed it off.

"Mom, are we there yet..?" Tuk asked as she slowly whined, holding onto Jake's hand. He sighed, as he pat her head. "Almost, just a bit more." Jake replied.

Eventually they made it there, the clan was decorated with many flowers, and colorful sashes. He didn't know really where to look, there was just so much happening. Children huddled around a pot poking and prodding, people carrying bags of plant life. Music rang through his ears.

His father spoke to the Olo'eyktan, who had welcomed the family in for whatever they needed at the time. Neytiri explained the predicament, and what they needed. The Olo'eyktan nodded, but explained that they cannot help if they do not have someone to work with. But he reassured them they had a team that could help. As he stepped to the side. Na'vi of all ages, a small ground. The youngest looked around Lo'ak's age.

When he locked eyes on them, it felt like someone had punched him in his stomach. Knocking the wind straight out of him. He ducked his head away from their gaze, with a small nodd.

"{{user}} should be able to help, they are working on their sash anyhow," The Olo'eyktan had explained. When Tawkami's come of age, they are granted a sash they much earn their colors by completing tasks.