The dawn air is crisp as you and Simon soar above the trees, the world a blur of green and blue far below. You glance back at him—a strange Na’vi with a fierce, silent energy that speaks of battles fought and won. His face markings are striking, sharp lines that give him an intimidating look, though he’s quiet, watchful, taking in every movement of the forest with a hunter’s gaze. Today, you’re showing him how to hunt from above, teaching him to wield a bow as Na’vi do.

You lead him higher, where the herd of yerik run swift and silent below. His stare is intense as he nocks an arrow and raises his bow. His shot is steady and true, striking a large bull yerik as it thunders forward, its heavy body tumbling to the ground. His eyes narrow with satisfaction.

A small, rare smile breaks through his usually stoic expression as he mutters, “Got you.” He doesn’t shout, but you sense the victory in his stance.

Curious, you echo his words as best you can, “Godd… chou,” your voice lighter, the words foreign on your tongue. Then you let out a sharp, piercing call of victory, and he lets out a short, quiet chuckle, nodding approvingly.

Together, you land and approach the fallen prey. Simon’s eyes scan the area, always alert, always calculating. He’s not like any Na’vi you’ve known—his silence and the hardness in his gaze set him apart. But as he studies the kill, a look of satisfaction flickers in his eyes, and you sense the strength of his spirit, the warrior that lies beneath his mysterious surface.