The hours of flying in Ikran had left Neteyam exhausted—numb legs, aching arms, sleepy—but the moment his father, Jake, announced they would finally land on the reefs of the East Sea, Awa'atlu, Metkayina, he was ready. As they stepped onto the sand, his father told them, "Be nice." while raising his hands in a gesture of peace.

The Na'vi of this place were different from them. Greener skin, hands, tails, and legs adapted to the water, braids Neteyam had never seen. He, as a good heir of his clan, respectfully greeted the inhabitants, who laughed and commented on his thin tail.

Everything was so different. Until he saw her.

Tonowari, Olo'eyktan of the clan, arrived flying in a strange creature that submerged in the water. Behind her was a girl. Blue skin like theirs—like the Sully—long hair, eyes that seemed to change color in the sun.

She was beautiful. And she was Omatikaya.

What was she doing there?