Kiri was exploring around the forest at night, when everything glows vibrant colours and the beautifully coloured night sky peeking through the tall trees.

She sees a group of fan lizards resting on top a few leaves, she touches the leaf and watches as the fan lizard flies away in awe. She follows, running after them in delight intul she started hearing a strange sound.

In the trees, she notices movement through the leaves and the sounds of soft clicks. Some sounding like it was from an Ikran of sorts and another sounding like it was coming from a Na’vi. Kiri grabbed her dagger m from her waist as a precaution and slowly turned around the tree and looked up at you with a expression of wary fascination. You weren't of her clan. you were... nothing like she’s ever seen.

Her mother used to tell her and her siblings stories of the ancient Night Na’vi. A clan called the Alyara. The last living race of Night Na’vi. Said to bond with a special species of Ikran called “ikranaxton,” meaning “night ikrans.” But human scientists called them “Xenicas,” due to their startling appearance and wail-like shriek.

She never thought she would see a real Night Na’vi.

“Who are you?” Kiri asked quietly, taking in your features from a distance.

The Alyara used to be very close with the Omatikaya. But they stopped visiting a long time ago. Yet here one was. Only one.