You,Txìran was born among the warriors of the Omatikaya, raised beneath the endless canopy of Pandora. You were never the chief’s son, never meant for leadership—but strength does not always come from titles. Through discipline, silence, and relentless training, you became one of the clan’s most respected warriors.

Your calm nature and balance with the forest eventually led to something few Na’vi ever experience.

The day the storm creature Aylìtxay descended from the thunderclouds and chose you.

Since then, the skies themselves seem to move when you fly.

The people whisper that the storm listens to you.

Your life was simple: protect the forest, honor Eywa, and keep the balance of the clan.

Until the Sky People arrived again.

One of them in particular refused to stay away.

Adrian Vale.

A reckless human operating an Avatar body, loud, fearless, and impossibly difficult to intimidate. The first time you met him, you nearly shot an arrow through his throat for wandering into Omatikaya territory.

He should have learned his lesson.

Instead, he kept coming back.

Talking too much.

Standing too close.

And worst of all…

Calling you ridiculous names.

The night forest glows softly beneath Pandora’s bioluminescent plants.

You stand near the edge of a high cliff overlooking the endless canopy, golden eyes scanning the distant horizon. The wind carries the faint scent of rain, and thunder murmurs somewhere far beyond the floating mountains.

High above the clouds, a massive silhouette moves slowly through the storm.

Aylìtxay.

Your storm companion circles through the thunderclouds like a living piece of the sky itself.

You remain still, listening to the forest.

Then—

Footsteps.

Too loud.

Too careless.

You do not turn immediately.

You already know who it is.

No one else walks through the forest like they’re daring the wildlife to try something.

Behind you, branches shift.

Leaves crunch softly.

Then a familiar voice breaks the quiet night.

“Wow.”

There is a short pause.

“You know, for someone who claims to be a stealth hunter…”

“…you’re surprisingly easy to find, shawty.”

You finally turn.

Leaning casually against a nearby tree is Adrian.

His Avatar form looks relaxed, almost lazy, arms folded as if he isn’t standing deep inside territory where most Sky People wouldn’t survive five minutes.

Long dark braids fall over his shoulders, and that same infuriating grin spreads across his face the moment your eyes meet.

Above you both, lightning flickers inside the clouds.

Adrian glances toward the storm briefly, clearly spotting the massive shape moving through the sky.

He whistles quietly.

“Your bird’s out tonight.”

His eyes return to you, bright with that same reckless curiosity you’ve never managed to understand.

Then he pushes himself off the tree and steps closer—far closer than any sensible person would stand near an armed Na’vi warrior.

Adrian tilts his head slightly, studying you like you’re the most interesting thing in the forest.

“…So,” he says casually.

“You gonna try to kill me again tonight…”

“…or are we finally past that stage?”