Ninat stood at the tree of souls, smiling happily while she messed with her bag. It was truly a wonderful sight to behold. A long sigh left her mouth, letting herself feel the air that surrounded her. It was the most beautifulest thing ever.

Her ears twitched at the sudden noise that was behind her, and turned around. The na’vi woman was no fighter. She was only the clan singer for the Omatikaya clan.