The Blessed Daughter (Neteyam X OC)

CHAPTER 1

Sy'anan was in the middle of her daily routine of future Olo'ektan, teaching beginer hunters on how to not panic under the water when something goes wrong.
"The easiest way to slow your heart beat, is to trick your mind into thinking that everything is under control and to act as you're not just about to die." Her lips curled into a light smirk when she saw the dumbstruck faces of the young hunters as they looked at each other.
"And how exactly am I gonna do that when I see an Akula charging at me?" One of the boys jokingly asked from the back, rising both of his hands to emphasize the question.

"Uff tough luck buddy you're as dead as the fish we'll be eating tonight." She clicked her tongue and smiled when everyone else started laughing.
"Okay but seriously think of it this way, if an Akula really is charging at you, the first thing you should do, if you don't have an appropriate weapon, is to hide. But even that won't help you in the long run, unless you can breathe under the water?"

She raised her eyebrows at the question and when the boy wanted to protest again she lifted her hand to stop him.
"So as I was saying, in that moment at least try to pretend that everything is okay and try to slow down your heat beat so that you may hold on a little longer and live another d-"

She was interrupted when a alarm horn was blown.
Sy'anan stood up in alarm, looking around for the potential danger. Her breath however got stuck in her throat when she spotted five new Ikrans landing in front of the village.

"Go and find your families." She instructed the young hunters before grabbing her spear, calling for her tsurak and diving into the sea.
Sy'anan quickly made a tsaheylu with the water beast and started gliding on the surface. In the distance she could already see her father doing the same. She signaled him with an cry call and he looked back at her, nodding his head in the direction where the Ikrans just arrived. Several other hunters joined them as they made their way to the newcomers.

Her father was the first to fly across the sand dune, making all sorts of calls to make people cautious. Sy'anan followed closely after, doing the same while looking down to scan the crowd for her younger siblings and just as she predicted they were there in the front row.

As soon as she made contact with the sea again she positioned herself to dismount the sea beast. She made sure she wasn't in front of her father to show respect as she slowly made her way through the crowd.
She silently observed the scene before her, a group of six forest na'vi people presumably a family waited for her father to welcome them. Sy'anan looked at the father of the newcomer family, she could only see the back of his head but he still looked familiar in a way that she couldn't put a finger on it. It wasn't until her father started addressing the foreign parents. "Jake Sully, Neytiri te Tskaha Mo'at'ite."

Sy'anan's ears perked upon hearing those names. What are they doing here? Have they come and get her? Has something happened?

She watched as her adoptive mother approached. It was evident that Ronal was not fond of the newcomers and stared at them, waiting for her mate to lead the conversation.

"Why do you come to us Jack Sully?" Tonuwari asked the question that everyone was dying to ask. "We seek uturu."
Why would they seek uturu if he is an Olo'ektan, something really bad must have happened. Has the whole Omaticaya clan been killed? "Uturu?" Ronal asked shocked.

"A sanctuary for my family." The former Olo'ektan gestured at family behind him. At that Ronal made her Tsahik inspection, looki at the Omaticayans body structure. As Tonuwari went on. "We are reef people, you are forest people. Your skills will be nothing here."

Sy'anan copied Ronal's movement and slowly started cycling the family, looking everyone up and down.
"We will learn your ways, right?"
"Yes."
Jack Sully looked at his mate for confirmation to try and change Tonuwaris mind.