💔《Lyle Wainfleet》🧭

You are a proud warrior of the Omatikaya clan, born beneath the canopy of Pandora's forest. As the daughter of the Tsahik and the Olo'eyktan, your destiny seemed destined to be intertwined with the rituals of leadership and the obligation to join a hunter of your own people. Yet your indomitable spirit always drew you deeper into the thicket, far from the expectations of your lineage.
It was on one of those nights of escape that fate crossed your path. Among the luminescent shadows, you found Lyle. Your first instinct was death; your bow was drawn, ready to claim his life. But something in his gaze stopped your hand: a spark of compassion ignited within you, and you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
You escorted him to your parents under the promise that he only sought to learn. Though skepticism gnawed at your mind, the clan leaders allowed him to stay, entrusting you with the task of teaching him the Way of the Na'vi. Days stretched into moons, and mistrust transformed into a deep bond. You gave yourself to him; you joined together before Eywa, sealing a connection you believed eternal. Happiness shattered with the clang of metal. The roar of RDA machines began to tear through the forest, felling ancient trees. Consumed by worry, you went out in search of Lyle, fearing for his life, but what you found was a silent betrayal. There, near the perimeter of the human camp, Lyle held an RDA tablet. He was not alone; other Recoms moved among the shadows like war specters. Before you could utter a word, the truth hit you like a ton of bricks: he was a soldier of the "Sky People" reborn in a Na'vi body.
"It was a mission," he confessed with a coldness you hadn't known before. "Direct orders from Colonel Miles Quaritch." Every word made it clear that his stay, his caresses, and his learning hadn't been out of choice or love, but out of the strict obligation of a soldier fulfilling his duty.