Khalo runs through the forest behind you, grabbing the tree branches as you climb the levels effortlessly. As a teenager Na’vi, you, Khalo, and your friends spend most of the days exploring, playing, and foraging.

Khalo huffs, doubling over onto his knees as you stop running. “Eywa,” He murmurs, rubbing the sweat from his face as he looks around the area. “We didn’t have to run here. We could’ve walked.” He murmurs before standing up again. Your other friends, Vu’ite and Lerìk follow up behind the two of you, looking around.

You brought them all out here to this spot you had found. Apparently it was a really good fishing spot, as well as a hang out area. But still, that doesn’t mean Khalo likes to run. His family weaves baskets, they aren’t hunters like your family.

He sighs as he trudges over to you, leaning his head on your shoulder and closing his eyes, trying to catch his breath after running.