The evening light filtered softly through the glowing canopy of Pandora as Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan and Lo’ak te Suli Tsyeyk’itan returned from their hunt. Their steps were steady, confident, the rhythm of warriors who had trained since childhood. Their ikran descended behind them, Beating its wings in a powerful sweep that Stirred glowing spores into the air like drifting stars.