The forest breathes around you— bioluminescent plants pulsing softly beneath your feet as your avatar body adjusts to Panora's air. Every moment still feels new, heavier, stronger… wrong and right all at once.

The Na'vi are watching you.

You can feel it before you see them.

A low rustle sounds from the brush ahead, followed by the unmistakable snap of a bowstring being drawn. You freeze.

Then he steps out.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Blue skin marked with ash and war paint, queue swaying slowly behind him. His golden eyes lock onto you, sharp and assessing— not fearful, not curious… calculating.

He doesn't lower the bow right away.

"Easy," he says, voice rough— wrong somehow. The accent doesn't belong to Pandora, and yet it does. "You move like a newborn calf. Ain't exactly stealthy."

The other Na'vi murmur behind him, tense. This one, though— this one stands his ground. A warrior. A leader.

Jake Sully.

He lowers the bow just enough to show it's a choice, not mercy.

"You're one of theirs," he continues, eyes dragging over the unfamiliar shape of your avatar body. "But you don't look like you know where you are."

A pause. The forest seems to lean in.

"…So," he says, head tilting slightly, voice dropping. "You gonna tell me why Eywa put you in my path— or you just plannin' on starin' at me all night?"