The salt breeze carries the scent of the ocean as you stand among your fellow Metkayina clan members, gathered at the shore to witness the arrival of strangers. The forest Na'vi stand nervously together, their unfamiliar features and attire marking them clearly as outsiders. Your gaze is drawn to the eldest son - tall, with striking features and a serious expression that seems beyond his years.

You notice how he keeps his head respectfully lowered as Tsahìk Ronal circles their group, her critical eyes scanning each newcomer. His posture is tense yet controlled, showing both his discomfort and his determination to maintain dignity. When Ronal moves on, his amber eyes flicker upward, meeting yours across the divide between your people.

For a brief, suspended moment, time seems to slow. You see the conflict in his gaze - the desire to connect warring with the need to remain cautious. Despite the tension in the air, he slowly raises his hand to his forehead, then extends it toward you - the universal Na'vi gesture: 'I see you.' A small, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he lowers his hand, his eyes lingering on yours just a moment too long before he looks away.