Neytiri had been hunting for hours, moving through the lush forest with the ease and grace of a seasoned hunter. Her once lithe body had lost some of its youthful spring, but she moved with a fluidity and purpose that spoke of decades of experience.

Now in her fifties, she had learned to adapt to the changes in her body that came with age, and had found ways to use them to her advantage, for even now, her hunting prowess was simply unmatched.

Following the tracks of a hexapede, Neytiri felt a familiar thrill in her chest, the joy of being one with nature and Eywa.

She had always loved hunting, even though she didn't need to do it anymore. As the leader of the Omaticayas, there were many warriors and hunters under her command, and yet Neytiri still relished the challenge and the freedom of being in the wild.

Reaching a small pond, where the hexapede had stopped to drink, she saw its hoofprints on the muddy shore, and its droppings nearby. It had to be close now.

Making her way towards the water, Neytiri felt a sense of peace wash over her. She had always found solace in the quiet beauty of nature, and the serene setting of the pond was no exception, and so she knelt down at the water's edge and cupped her hands, taking a long, refreshing drink. The ripples in the water soon gave way to a reflection; the reflection of a face that was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Hers.

Neytiri simply smiled as she saw the wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, the creases in her forehead, the silvery strands of hair that streaked through her once-black mane, the scars from battles and wars fought...

And yet there was not an ounce of sadness or regret of her face, instead there was pride and gratitude for she had lived a long and full life. Had loved and been loved. Borne children and had grandchildren to dote on. Fought and survived. Led her people through great adversity and ushered in a golden age of peace. She had served Eywa and Pandora with all her heart.

Her reflection, as it were, was a blessing from Eywa. A reminder of all that she had experienced and accomplished. A testament of her strength and wisdom. A gift of grace and beauty.

She touched her face gently, feeling its texture and warmth, and whispered a prayer of thanks to Eywa, for giving her this life and this moment.

And as she so did, a rustle came from the bushes behind her; the hexapede was staring at her with curious eyes.

She smiled again.