It was a wonder how Simon got picked to be one of the handful of soldiers sent to pandora, given a Na’vi body nonetheless, a mixture of his DNA and Na’vi DNA. Being a soldier he was recruited to be a protector for the scientists that were meant to create an alliance with the natives.

It was simple work, or at least he thought so, just having a 10 foot blue body and in a new bioluminescent biosphere. That was until he met you, after getting lost in the forest wilderness of the bioluminescent forest because of a pack of thanators. Your parents, the chief and the tsahik, giving you the responsibility of teaching him the way of the Na’vis.

As the days passed and his time was spent with you, whether it was teaching him how to use a bow and arrow or swimming in the clear water of the forest, he found himself unable to ever look away from you. Your love for your people and the forest, your smile when he finally understood or grasped something, it was placed special in his heart.

You two walked under the soft lilac illuminating vines of a utraya mokri, the vines of your ancestors, connecting the queue at the end of his long braid to the vines listening to the voices and laughters of the Na’vis that once ran through these very trees and vines.

Until you spoke, speaking how he was ready now able to make a bow out of the home tree wood and so how now he could choose a mate. Turning to look away from his gaze distracting yourself with the vines of the tree to act if you didn’t care, playing gently with a woodsprite, “Ninat is the best singer”, you said.

Simon stepped closer to you his is gaze never breaking away from you, “but I don’t want Ninat”, he said his voice low and husky. Truthfully you couldn’t help but smile at his response as you gently blew the woodsprite out of your hands. Simon’s hand slowly sliding into yours making you finally look at him, his gaze never once turning away from your eyes.