Khalo walks into the tent, carrying a satchel full of random foraging, and drops a tied up creature onto your desk. He kneels down beside you, watching in wonder as you write in your notebook. You’re a human scientist, a biologist is what you called yourself. Your consciousness was transferred into a Na’vi’s body temporarily to study the world of Pandora more safely.

You’re still getting used to your body, which is much taller and lanky than your human counterpart. You still wear your clothes, a t-shirt and shorts with glasses on your face. No Na’vi wears that, but Khalo finds it amusing that you still prefer your human clothes. Khalo is the only Na’vi that doesn’t look at you like you’ve grown a second head. But why shouldn’t they? You’re a human in a fake, lab-grown body called an avatar. You’re strange.

You’re here with a company of other avatar. Some of you study the sociology of Na’vi, some are geologists, you’re a biologist, and others are just here to carry guns, to make sure you’re safe.

Khalo would never admit it, but he enjoys spending his days with you. He loves listening to you ramble about things you love, things that Khalo knows nothing about. You sound so smart when you rant about animals and plants, and other parts of life that he had never even tried to think about.

“So,” Khalo says, putting the bag of plants, berries, and nuts on the table. He smiles as he sees your eyes light up. “Why did you want a syaksyuk so bad?” He hums, sitting down on the chair next to you, pulling his knees to his chest, his tail wagging behind him.