I see me through your eyes

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𝕌ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ the pouring rain in Pandora, Arya and Neytan remained crouched, shadows in the lush foliage, their purpose concealed by the natural symphony of water droplets on leaves. Arya moved with feline grace, her bow and arrow clutched with precision. She made no sound, her focus intense as she closed in on her prey - a Hexapede.

The creature met her gaze, a momentary connection before a telltale noise escaped its lips. Swift as the rainfall, Arya released her arrow, a silent envoy of fate. Neytan observed with a hint of pride as the arrow found its mark. As they approached the fallen Hexapede, Arya unsheathed her knife, with reverence in her voice, she spoke, "I see you... Brother, and thank you." The blade danced in her hand as she prepared to fulfil her duty. "Your spirit goes with Eywa. Your body stays behind... to become part of the People."

The life of the creature ended at the mercy of Arya's blade, a seamless transition between predator and prey. She resheathed her knife, and Neytan, observered in the rain-drenched wilderness, watched in silent acknowledgment.

Pulling the arrow from the creature's body, Arya spared a moment to inspect her handiwork. Neytan, breaking the quietude, voiced his approval, "A clean kill." His words lingered, a testament to Arya's readiness. "You are ready," Neytan affirmed, his words carrying the weight of validation as they echoed through the rain-soaked expanse of Pandora.

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Silently trailing Tsu'tey, Arya moved with the fluidity of the forest itself. Two other Na'vi warriors followed behind her, astride their direhorses, their movements synchronized as they traversed the precarious terrain of the Hallelujah Mountains. The path they tread demanded caution, the edge a constant reminder of the depths below.

Arya's gaze ventured downward, capturing the breathtaking expanse beneath. The sheer height of the mountains made her heart flutter, a reminder of the perilous journey they undertook. Undeterred, she continued, placing each step with a deliberate care, mindful not to falter on the narrow path. As the group approached their destination, the looming challenge became apparent. Before them lay the ascent to the ikrans' cove - a sanctuary nestled in the heights. Vines draped like nature's tendrils, and rocks presented themselves as stepping stones to the sky.

Arya steeled herself, ready for the next phase of their journey. The Na'vi warriors dismounted, their direhorses left behind as they prepared to ascend the natural obstacles that stood between them and the ikrans' sanctuary. The air hummed with anticipation, and Arya, with determination etched on her face, followed Tsu'tey's lead, setting her sights on the heights where the majestic creatures awaited.

Learning to ride an ikran, we call them banshees, is the test every young hunter has to pass. But to do that, you gotta go where the banshees are. Oo-rah.

Taking a deep breath, Arya joined the ascent, her focus intent on each foothold as they climbed the rocky terrain. Tsu'tey stood firm on a small platform, his watchful eyes guiding the group. "Now what?" Arya queried, standing by his side. With a confident leap, Tsu'tey seized a nearby vine, beckoning the others to follow suit. The two younger Na'vi warriors emulated his actions, Arya biding her time before making her daring jump.

As they reached the top of the rock, a vast vine bridge stretched before them. Racing across, they paused to witness Neytan soar overhead on his ikran. In a synchronized exchange of the 'I see you' gesture, Arya smiled, a brief moment of connection before their journey resumed, reciprocating the greeting before resuming their journey. Approaching the cave, they marvelled at the spectacle of ikrans in flight and cascading waterfalls. Neytan descended with his ikran, sharing a moment with Arya before joining Tsu'tey in their customary greeting.

Leaning on her bow, Arya caught her breath while Tsu'tey approached, designating her as the first to venture behind the waterfall. As Neytan landed gracefully, Arya caught her breath, leaning on her bow. Tsu'tey approached, assigning her a significant role. "AryaMiller will go first," he declared with a smile, prompting her to reluctantly hand over her bow. Neytan, however, shared a look with Tsu'tey, silently conveying his sentiments, before following Arya. Carefully navigating the edge, Arya heard the distant calls of the ikrans. Neytan placed a reassuring hand on her arm, guiding her towards the heart of the moment. "Now you choose your ikran. This you must feel inside," he emphasized, pressing his hand to her chest. "If he also chooses you, move quick like I showed. You will have one chance, Arya."

Questioning the process, Arya asked, "How will I know if he chooses me?" Neytan's response carried a weight of challenge, "He will try to kill you." Arya sighed in acceptance, muttering, "Outstanding."

She advanced, extracting the strap entrusted to her. As she approached the ikrans, some recoiled, but Arya persisted. Confronted by a hissing ikran, Arya matched its intensity. "Let's dance," she declared, embodying the spirit of connection and challenge as she embarked on the intricate dance to bond with her chosen ikran.

With a determined swing, Arya wielded the strap as the ikran faced her, its challenge accepted. Tsu'tey, amused by the unfolding spectacle, remarked to Neytan, "That moron's going to die." Neytan, watching Arya with a mix of amusement and concern.

As the ikran prepared to launch at her, Arya swiftly wrapped the strap around its mouth, making her move to mount its back. She clung to the creature, her arms and legs securing a tenuous grip around its neck. The ikran, flapping its wings furiously, resisted her attempts to subdue it. Tsu'tey teased, "Don't be afraid, warrior," while the Na'vi around them cheered, urging her to establish the bond. Neytan, shouting encouragement, exclaimed, "Make the bond!" Arya heeded his words, attempting to establish the tsahaylu connection. However, the defiant ikran headbutted her, causing her to groan and release her hold. A collective gasp echoed as she tumbled, but she managed to grab onto roots, preventing a perilous fall. Neytan rushed to her side, shouting her name in worry.

"Arya!" he screamed; his concern palpable. Tsu'tey laughed at the spectacle. Undeterred, Arya pulled herself up and, with determination, ran back to the ikran, flinging herself onto its neck once more. Neytan encouraged her with fervour, "Tsahaylu, Arya. Tsahaylu!" This time, Arya succeeded in establishing the bond, commanding the ikran to stop its resistance. Removing the strap, Arya asserted her triumph. "Yeah, that's right. You're mine. Huh?" she declared with a triumphant grin. Neytan approached, sharing in her victory. "First flight seals the bond. You cannot wait," he explained, nudging the ikran to take flight.

"Think "Fly!" Neytan exclaimed, and the ikran, along with Arya, took to the skies. However, the inaugural flight proved tumultuous, with Arya and the ikran navigating the unpredictable currents and obstacles. "Shut up and fly straight!" Arya commanded, steering the creature with grit and determination.

As they soared with increasing stability, Arya's excitement surged. Neytan, gazing down at her with so much pride, went to his ikran as the cheers of the Na'vi warriors were heard. "Whoo! AryaMiller!" they exclaimed, prompting Tsu'tey to intervene and silence the exuberance. Neytan, diving down towards Arya, expressed his joy. She noticed him and tried to wave, a momentary distraction as she struggled to maintain her grip. Chuckling, Neytan flew alongside her, and together they embarked on an exhilarating journey.

"Let's go!" Arya shouted, exhilarated by the newfound freedom of flight. "Yeah, baby, I got this!" she declared before encountering an obstacle. "Oh, shit!" Arya exclaimed, deftly avoiding it as she embraced the thrill of the sky, her spirit undaunted as she and Neytan soared through the skies, navigating obstacles and revelling in the boundless freedom of the air.

I may not be much of a horse girl, but I was born to do this.

"I came like this. This you. I turn. I feel the wind. I turn very strong." Neytan expressed while seated on the rock platform with Arya. He demonstrated their flight with a sweeping arm motion, saying, "Look, yeah, see, I banked so hard..." Arya chimed in, replicating Neytan's motions.

Arya and Neytan soared through the Hallelujah Mountains on their ikrans, flanking Tsu'tey and two other Na'vi warriors. Flying side by side, Arya glanced at Neytan, a grin spreading across her face. Gripping her saddle tightly, she maneuvered her ikran to generate a gust of wind directed at Neytan. He looked at her in surprise, playfully pouting, while she smirked mischievously. In retaliation, Neytan replicated the move, sending a playful burst of wind towards Arya. Tsu'tey, observing the exchange, called out to them, and the two shared a hearty laugh in response.

After completing their patrol, the duo descended with their ikrans, relishing the rush of wind against their faces and through their hair. As they pulled up, Arya cheered, flying over Neytan before returning to his side. Following him towards a stone arch, they flew over it together. Neytan glanced at Arya and made a circular motion with his arm, directing her attention to the landscape below. He then placed his hand over his heart, signalling that the Tree of Souls lay beneath them. Neytan smiled at Arya, who looked down at the majestic tree in awe and disbelief.

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"The Tree of Souls. Vitraya Ramunong. It's their most sacred place. See the Flux Vortex in these false colour images?" Grace pointed at the monitor, and the four of them watched and listened intently.

"Yeah, that's what messes up my instruments," Trudy remarked.

"There's something really interesting going on in there biologically. I would die to get some samples," she said to Arya, who sat next to her, with Jake seated beside Arya, as Jake's hair had grown and beard a little.

"Outsiders are strictly forbidden. You lucky swine," Grace commented as she returned to the monitor. Arya chuckled before turning her attention to the image of the Tree of Souls.

The following day, all Na'vi hunters mounted their direhorses, while some took to the skies above the Sturmbeest herd. The herd ran desperately, trying to escape the Na'vi hunters on direhorses armed with spears, while those in the air wielded bows and arrows. Arya flew alongside Neytan, and Jake, having acquired his ikran a few days earlier, joined them.

As the hunters closed in, one Na'vi attempted to strike a Sturmbeest but hit its shell instead of the vulnerable spot. The creature retaliated, knocking the Na'vi off his direhorse. Swiftly, he managed to evade the oncoming herd, narrowly avoiding being crushed. Tsu'tey descended with his bow and arrow at the ready, aiming for the weak spot. With a precise shot, the creature fell. Arya, flying ahead of Neytan, readied her own weapons. She released her arrow, hitting the target perfectly, causing the Sturmbeest to tumble. "Hell yeah!" she cheered, and Neytan echoed her enthusiasm with a triumphant cry. As they celebrated, the victorious cheers of the Na'vi hunters filled the air.

Following the successful hunt, Arya and Neytan soared through the sky above the lush forest below.

I was a stone-cold aerial hunter. Death from above. Only problem is, you're not the only one.

A colossal shadow loomed above Arya, capturing her attention as she spotted a Toruk rapidly approaching. "Dive!" she urgently shouted to Neytan, and together they descended swiftly, narrowly evading the creature's attack. Arya skilfully maneuverer through the forest, flying amidst the trees and deftly avoiding obstacles, with the persistent Toruk still in pursuit.

"Go, go!" she screamed, urging Neytan to follow. However, the Toruk seemed fixated on Arya, ignoring Neytan as it closed in. "Follow me!" Arya commanded as they flew through hanging vines, creating a barrier that momentarily halted the creature. The Toruk emitted a deafening screech as Arya looked back, her and Neytan's ikrans flying ahead.

Reaching a tree, Arya and Neytan's ikrans gripped onto its branches. Neytan, scanning the sky anxiously, tried to soothe his ikran. Arya, catching her breath, comforted her ikran, Hawk, whispering words of reassurance. "It's okay, boy, it's okay." She named him after the dog she had in the army. Neytan, catching his breath, looked at Arya in astonishment, only to find her laughing. He joined in, and laughter echoed through the forest as they shared a moment of relief.

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By: SilverMist707

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