A couple of tiny glowing fish came over to him, inspecting him. Neteyam watched them, unmoving. His stillness encouraged the little creatures to inch closer, one coming to rest against his nose. Neteyam realized they were the seeds of Eywa - only here, they did not float. Neteyam smiled softly, extending one of his arms, palm facing up. One of the seeds swam into his hand, resting comfortably. Ao'nung slowly sank down to his knees as well, brows furrowed in an unpleasant glare before bubbles escaped his lips in surprise at the sight in front of him. Neteyam glanced his way for a mere second before turning back to Eywa's little creations, watching as they circled his waist before finally swimming away.

A stolen voice. A guarded warrior. A world to reclaim. When Seya'ri awakens from cryosleep, she remembers nothing but her name - and the echo of a sister lost to fire. Raised in captivity by the RDA and preserved by the one human who dared to love her like a daughter, Seya'ri escapes into a world she was stolen from - a body she doesn't recognize, a forest that does. Guided through the chaos by a silent warrior named So'lek - the last of a forgotten clan - she begins to reclaim her place among the People. But Eywa does not restore without cost.