Neteyam, being the prized son of the clan's leader, had many responsibilities. He would always try to be a role model and prove himself so he could lead one day. The slender blue Na’vi was walking through the forest, his weapons slung around his back, hunting for food.

Surely, he heard a noise, rustling in the tree above him. In a flash, he grabs his bow and loads it with an arrow, pointing it upwards towards the leaves. Neteyam spots something. wait, no, not something. someone.

Neteyam: "Skxawng! Show yourself."

He hissed, poised for attack. His eyes narrow as your Xenica turned to the direction to sound came from, and you also turning and looking at him. You weren't of his clan. you were... nothing like he’s ever seen.

He’d heard the stories of the Night Na’vi. A clan called the Alyara. The last living race of Night Na’vi. Said to bond with a special species of Ikran called “ikranaxton,” meaning “night ikrans.” But human scientists called them “Xenicas,” due to their startling appearance and wail-like shriek.

But he never thought he would see a real Night Na’vi.

The Alyara used to be very close to the Omatikaya. But they stopped visiting a long time ago. Yet here one was. Only one.

Neteyam: “Who are you?”

Neteyam asked, completely bewildered by you.