𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓, neteyam sully

I

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the gentle waves of the blue ocean crawled along the shore, brushing the feet of eight-year-old feyiri, ionia sat behind her.

feyiri was one of the children ionia taught, having an extremely close bond with the young girl, ionia was almost like her mother. "so do you want seashells or-" but before ionia could finish her sentence, feyiri cut her off, nodding her head enthusiastically.

"seashells it is!" ionia smiled. she reached over to the pile, beginning to thread the shells through the girl's braids.

"are we learning dance next lesson?" feyiri asked with no excitement. ionia playfully rolled her eyes at her tone of voice.

"do you not like my dance lessons?" ionia replied in fake offence, "plus, you are one of my best dancers!"

feyiri slumped her shoulders in classing young dramatics, "no! it's not that, i want to be a warrior! like you!" she whined.

ionia finished up with the seashells, picked the girl up and turned her around to face her. "yes, i may be a warrior, but i am also a dancer, the next tsahkì! there's so much time before you learn fighting!" ionia smiled sympathetically at her deflated face.

ionia placed her hand on the young girl's cheek, lifting her head at the action, "how about, when you turn ten, i'll give you private fighting-"

once again, before she could finish, she was cut off. but no by feyiri. the warning horn had been blown. ionia immediately shot up at the noise looking down the sandy shores for any sign of something.

feyiri yelled out, "ionia, look!" she pointed towards the air further down the shore, near the bay. ikran's? forest na'vi?

ionia grabbed feyiri's hand and walked down the shore. the ikran's and the people who sat atop of them disappeared behind the crowd of ocean na'vi that had crowded them.

as they approached nearer the crowd and the sudden visitors, ionia spotted her family and roxto stood near them. ao'nung and roxto finding the different colour na'vi hilarious. surprised? ionia rolled her eyes at them.

she kept a tight grip on feyiri's hand as she pushed through the crowd to reach the front. when suddenly feyiri pulled back on ionia's hand.

ionia looked back at her, "i'm scared!" feyiri whispered. ionia smiled at the girl reassuringly, pulling the smaller girl into her hip and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

ionia continued her walk through the crowd, she could hear her father's voice, "toruk makto is a great war leader! all na'vi people know his story."

that was when ionia reached the front of the crowd, ending up standing next to her mother. immediately, all eyes turning towards her.

the sully family were taken aback by the girl. her hair and skin as white as snow. she was completely different. and yet ronal dared to call the sully's 'fake na'vi' in other words.

tonowari noticed his daughter's appearance, gesturing towards her 'i see you'. she motioned back and smiled.

"but we metkayina are not at war. we cannot let you bring your war here," tonowari answered toruk makto.

he picked up his youngest daughter, who looked a similar age to feyiri. "i'm done with war, okay? i just wanna keep my family safe," ionia felt sympathetic for the man. she knew all about him. being inspired by him and his transformation into a na'vi. the gift eywa granted him.

tonowari turned to ronal, who still
glared at the mother of the sully family. ionia glanced towards the children of the family, who were still staring at ionia, in interest? or shock?