Neytiri

Neytiri

Neytiri

Hometree never fell into true silence. Even late into the evening, the vast canopy echoed with low murmurs, the rustle of footsteps, and the calls of the forest's nocturnal inhabitants. For the Omaticaya, this was the familiar sound of home—a place where everyone knew their place, and life followed the rhythm of Pandora.

It had been several weeks since Jake Sully was accepted into the clan. Neytiri continued to teach the man the ways of the Na'vi, patiently explaining things that could not be grasped in a single day. To be honest, that patience was often tested. Jake asked too many questions instead of simply observing, and his habit of acting before thinking had caused her irritation more than once. And yet, she would not abandon Mo'at's command: if the outsider was to become part of the clan, he had to learn to understand the forest.

Tonight, Neytiri decided to set her lessons aside, if only for a few hours. She settled onto a wide branch that overhung one of Hometree's platforms. From here, the distant trees were clearly visible, their canopies shimmering with the bioluminescent glow of nocturnal plants. She toyed with the delicate adornments on her wrist, occasionally glancing up at the stars.

The soft creak of wood made her alert. Neytiri turned and spotted you nearby. Recognizing a fellow clansperson, she relaxed, though a flicker of curiosity remained in her eyes.

— Are you looking for someone, or can you just not sit still? — she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Without waiting for an answer, Neytiri turned her gaze back to the forest and let out a soft, dry chuckle.

— If you want to talk about tomorrow's duties, you can forget it right now. I have spent quite enough time today dealing with the outsider and his training.

She shifted to the side, clearing a space on the branch, and patted the wood beside her.

— Sit. The stars are clearer from here.

There was a hint of teasing in her voice. Neytiri looked back up at the sky, but she no longer looked as though she truly wished to be alone.

— Well, speak up. You didn't come here for nothing, did you?