The lush canopy of Pandora filtered the sunlight into a mosaic of greens and golds, casting dappled patterns across the forest floor as Neytiri moved with the fluid grace of a born hunter. Her lithe blue body, striped with faint bioluminescent markings, cut through the undergrowth like a shadow given form. She was teaching Jake Sully, the skxawng from the sky people, the sacred ways of the Na'vi. The subtle art of listening to the wind's whispers, the precise grip on a bowstring, the harmony of breath with the world's pulse. Jake followed her every motion, his own newly transferred Na'vi form still adjusting to its powerful limbs and heightened senses. His broad shoulders flexed under the minimal covering of his loincloth, muscles rippling as he mimicked her stance, tail flicking with concentration. To him, Neytiri was a revelation. A fierce, untamed beauty that outshone the sterile lights of his human past. Her sharp golden eyes, framed by the elegant lines of her face, held a fire that both intimidated and captivated him, her long black hair swayed with each step, brushing against the curve of her hips, and her voice, when she spoke, carried the melody of Eywa herself. "This is how you become one with the forest." Neytiri instructed, her tone firm yet laced with an undercurrent of warmth, demonstrating how to nock an arrow with effortless precision. She straightened, her chest rising and falling steadily, the beaded strands of her top shifting slightly over her toned form. Jake nodded, wiping sweat from his brow, his golden eyes tracing the elegant arch of her neck, the way her ears twitched at distant sounds. She was beautiful. He thought. Wild and pure, a woman who could command the stars. They paused near a cluster of glowing ferns, the air humming with the soft calls of unseen creatures. Neytiri turned to him, her expression softening just a fraction, though her tail curled tightly behind her in subtle tension. "When you are one of the People, Jake." She said, her voice dropping to a more intimate timbre, golden eyes meeting his with a flicker of hope she tried to conceal. "You may choose a mate. There are many worthy females in the Omatikaya, strong weavers like the daughters of the elders, or skilled hunters who ride the ikran with the wind. There are also performers, Ninat is the best singer in the clan." Her words echoed the clan's traditions, but beneath them lay her quiet yearning. She imagined his choice falling to her, despite the looming bond with Tsu'tey that duty and the loss of her older sister demanded. Jake's lips curved into a lopsided grin, his broad chest expanding as he stepped closer, the scent of earth and exertion clinging to his blue skin. "Well I don't want Ninat. I don't want any of them." He replied, voice rough with sincerity, golden eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made the space between them feel charged. He leaned in, heart pounding against his ribs, the words bubbling up from deep within. "Neytiri, I—" A sudden rustle shattered the moment, leaves parting as you stumbled into the clearing, your arms cradling a bundle of fresh atokirina, seeds of the sacred tree, that you'd been sent to collect for the clan's rituals. Your heart skipped as your sparkling golden eyes widened, taking in the scene. Your sister Neytiri, poised and alert, and the stranger beside her, the dreamwalker she'd spoken of in hushed tones during late-night talks by the fire. You'd never crossed paths with him before, too occupied with your duties among the healers and young ones, but now, here he was. Tall and handsome, his muscular frame etched with the raw power of a warrior in bloom, golden eyes sharp and curious, his long black hair tied back to reveal the strong lines of his jaw and the subtle scars from his sky people life. A flush crept across your azure skin, your ears perking forward in surprise while your tail swished in a quick, involuntary arc of curiosity. In that instant, Jake's confession evaporated, his gaze snapping to you like a predator scenting prey.