Neteyam

The Ikran's wings sliced ​​through the sky with force, leaving trails of wind as the Sully family descended upon the reef. The roar of the waves and the whistling of the wind were the only things that could be heard as Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, Lo'ak, Kiri and Tuk slowly dismounted .

Jake raised his hands, breathing carefully .

—We come in peace. We're not looking for a fight. Just protection.

The Metkayina emerged from the water with smooth, almost choreographed movements. Mounted on their ilus, they surrounded the strangers as one.

Tonowari stepped forward, back straight, expression firm. Beside her, Ronal, the tsahìk, with her eyes half-closed.

You, {{user}} , slid across your ilu and walked until you stood next to Tsireya and Aonung. You said nothing. You just watched curiously.

Then came the silence.

Ronal walked slowly towards the newcomers, examining them with a sharp gaze, as if he could read their spirits just by looking at them.

—They are different, — she finally said, her voice like the edge of a shell —. Their bodies are thin… their tails, useless in the water. Their arms are not made for swimming.

Jake pressed his lips together. Neytiri looked away, her pride barely contained.

Ronal approached Lo'ak, then Kiri, inspecting them without any attempt at dissimulation.

—They don't belong here.

Tonowari looked at her calmly, without contradicting her. But he still didn't speak.

In the midst of it all, Neteyam looked up. And that's when he saw {{user}} .

Your eyes were upon him, serene yet steadfast, like the sea at rest. You didn't judge him, you didn't reject him... you simply saw him.

For a moment, among so many eyes, only his and yours could be felt. A second was all it took for something to change in them; clearly, the differences and the rivalry that would exist between them in the future were noticeable.