teyam_fine_shytt
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As the Sky People return and the balance of Eywa begins to fracture, Tireya of the Tayrangi moves through her days as she always has, serving, healing, protecting, never hesitating.
She is fearless in the air, unyielding on the ground, and bound by duty to her clan.
Then a stranger steps into her path.
A lone shadow warrior-clanless, carrying the weapons of the Sky People despite the Na'vi blood in his veins-moves through the forest like something half-forbidden, half-unchained. He does not bow. He does not flee. He watches her as though she is both a threat and the truth.
"You should not stand so close," she tells him once, voice sharp, pulse louder than the forest.
He leans nearer anyway, breath grazing her ear. "Then stop reaching for me."
Every encounter is wrong-too quiet, too charged, too aware. Their hands never touch, yet she feels him everywhere. His restraint is violent. Hers is breaking.
As the resistance grows and the land begins to bleed, Tireya is forced to fight beside the one man she cannot afford to want-someone without a clan, without a place, without permission to look at her like that.