The Tayrangi were semi-nomadic people. Moving mostly when the need arose, usually due to natural phenomena or simply to find better hunting grounds, and sometimes for special yearly events and traditions. But usually, they lived against the cliffs overlooking the sea.

Their whole village hung precariously off the side of the cliff, consisting of paths and tent-like structures woven from vines, leather and thread tough enough to hold the weight of na'vi and their ikrans. 001 couldn't stop her jaw from dropping at the sight of it. The Tayrangi were better known for their hunting skills, but the complexity of their home's design had to be appreciated.

But the outside structures weren't designed to live in. No, those were hidden inside the giant gap in the cliffside, safe from the weather and the sea. These were used for daily activities, the na'vi preferred to do in the sun. As they flew closer, she could spot na'vi sitting on the platforms, caring for their ikrans, sewing garments, weaving, skinning fresh meat and crafting new arrows.

Na'vi children ran towards the edge as they spotted them, calling out in 'yeeps' and 'whoops' at the hunting party's return. "Tewti!" (Wow!) She gasped silently, making Rotayu glance at her from over his shoulder, his golden eyes observing.

A horn blew as they arrived and more na'vi called out, welcoming their returning hunters.

"Aiy! Aiy! Aiy!" Atayrun hollered as they swooped past them into the crack in the cliff. The cave was dark, warm and surprisingly dry, lit by the bioluminescent algae and critters creeping up its walls, and large enough for plenty of ikran to fly through.

"Ooowaaa!" the Rotayu cried as they flew over the tents and na'vi, who were busy preparing meals around open fires. They looked up at us as we flew overhead, landing before the biggest tent, from which a tall na'vi man and woman appeared.

The woman was dressed in a rider's gear, as were most of the Tayrangi people, but her face and torso were smeared with red and white paint, symbolic of her stature amongst the clan. She also wore a headpiece, constructed from the giant tusk of some vicious creature, upon her head.

Her mate, wore a similar get-up, with white paint around his eyes and chest, a long red stripe down his forehead and nose, and a collar of jagged teeth across his chest.

They watched them as they landed.

Rotayu helped 001 dismount, gripping her arm and pulling her off a little too roughly. She fought the urge to scowl at him, instead allowing herself to lightly wrench her arm from his grip. Atayrun snickered.

The two brother stood before the man and woman, touching their foreheads. "Oel ngati kameie, Sa'nok." (I see you, Mother) Atayrun greeted.

001 looked up, catching herself staring. So this was the Olo'eykte. Upon meeting the woman's steel gaze, which reminded her too much of Rotayu's, she too touched her fingers to her forehead in greeting.

"Kaltxi si Olo'eykte Ikeyni te Olo'Tayrangi. Oel ngati kameie." (Greeting Olo'eykte Ikeyni of the Tayrangi clan. I see you)

The Olo'eykte, Ikeyni, gave her the briefest of glances. "Peu fi'u?" (What is this?) She demanded, gesturing at her with one hand.

"Taw'eveng'awpo." (A skychild) Atayrun announced, "A newomum nume." (Who says they've come to learn)

"Tsonta nume?" (To learn?) The man na'vi, the Tsahik of the tribe, Tsentey, spoke up, looking at 001 curiously. "Why?" He asked her.

All eyes from the gathering na'vi drifted to the skychild, who shifted nervously from one foot to the other. "I was sent by the skypeople, to understand your ways." Tsentey's tail flicked as he listened, one hand clutching his spear, decorated with feathers and tree nuts.

"Oe 'ongokx kip snatanhitsyip," (I was born amongst the stars,) she continued, "mi'sasilpey fula aw trr oe tsawl slu ulte nume kip aynga. Fitxan fula ayoeng tsunslu 'aw sleyku fpom." (trained in hopes that one day I could grow and learn amongst you. So that we may one day make peace)

Tsentey looked to his mate, whose expression was hard as stone. She hissed under her breath, but he gave her a look. "Stxenu'awve te fpom ta tawtute olo'tsonta. Sweylu ayoe ke mll'an tsal?" (Our first offer of peace from the skypeople to our tribe. Should we not accept it?)

Ikeyni met his gaze and a silent conversation was carried between them before she bowed her head, half in agreement, half in defeat. She turned to 001. "What do they call you, alien?"

001 fought to stand tall, to hide her embarrassment and fear. "I have no name." A hush of whispers came from the na'vi, those who could understand her at least. "The skypeople never gave me one. Perhaps, they did it in hopes that you would."

Tsentey turned the people. "Ngay Taw'eveng'awpo luke tstxo!" (A skychild with no name.) He announced, turning back to her once more. "A true blank canvas, as the skypeople say."

001, unsure of what to say, simply bowed her head to him.

"Ha zel, mohe tstxo peya." (So then, we will name her.) The Tsahik announced, much to the curiosity of his people. "Today, we accept you to live amongst the people. To grow with the rest of our young, and earn your place amongst the Tayrangi clan."

Rotayu snorted behind her, rewarded by a smack on the arm from his brother. Rotayu hissed, rubbing the spot where he'd hit.

Tsentey walked down towards 001 till he was standing inches away. He put one hand on her shoulder, feeling the machine-crafted fabric of her shirt.

"It is important to remember where you come from, but we will help you to open your eyes to Eywa. So by the will of The Great Mother, I name you Tanari. Meaning Star-Eye in your tongue."

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"Tanari," she said to herself aloud as she changed into her new na'vi garments. A top, made of a long brown cloth, tasselled on one end and held in place by a strap around her neck and back. She also wore a simple brown loincloth that was beaded at the belt, along with a single necklace made from a thin, dry vine, on which hung a few, tiny forest nuts.

She tried to stop herself from adjusting the uncomfortable leather strap of her loincloth as she spoke her name again. "Tanari."

Star-Eye.

She looked around the tent, or Marui as she learnt the na'vi called it, that would be her new home. A place of her own, made not of cold metal, but of meticulously woven patterns she could help from admire.

"Tanari," a new voice said from the entrance of her marui. Atayrun smiled in a warm welcome. "Your training will begin early. Be ready."

She nodded silently. He turned to go. "Atayrun."

"Yes?"

"Thank you... for bringing me here."

He smirked, disappearing. Behind him, she could see Rotayu. The two spoke, exchanging a few hard words, but she didn't bother to try listening.

Instead, she crouched down, finding a spot in her marui, empty of any personal possessions she'd yet to earn.

As she shut her eyes and fell asleep, her old eyes opened.

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The roof to her pod rose above her, letting her out. She gasped as she returned, the sensation new and sudden.

Beside her, 002 rose from his own pod. He shook his head to clear it and beamed at her. "How'd it go 001?"

She blushed a little. "It Tanari now."

"Well then," 002 laughed, "if we're sharing our new names, then you can call me Ulu'arte."

"Your mission was successful?" Tanari asked.

"You are looking at the new apprentice of the Olangi clan!"

"The nomadic direhorse clan? Congrats." The third pod opened, revealing 003, looking glum and frustrated. "Everything alright 003?"

"Yeah," Ulu'arte said. "What's wrong? They give you a bad name or something?"

"Or something," he grunted. "A whole day in the forest, almost dying, and not a single na'vi."

Tarani frowned empathetically. "I'm really sorry 003."

Ulu'arte snorted, "Maybe you were looking in the wrong place?"

"Shut it 002!" 003 growled, climbing out of his pod.

"It Ulu'arte now, thank you very much- Ow!" He said as Tanari slapped him on the arm. "What?!"

She rolled her eyes, muttering to herself, "Skxawng."