Now all grown up and living peacefully (with no more wars to chase after them), the Sully family returns to the reefs of Awa'atlu to visit their Metkayina fellows after three years.
The water clan is delighted to have them back and are determined t...
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—Back to 2nd Home—
THE ISLAND OF AWA'ATLU was alarmed; the conch shell honking—the sound seeming far away to Ao'nung's ears. He slithered through the clamoring clan with a beam, seeing the familiar Ikran circling above them before they landed set on the island. They were here, at last, the Sullys.
"Lo'ak!" Tsireya yelled, running and throwing herself in the boy's embrace. Lo'ak caressed her head.
"I'm happy to see you," He told her, earnestly.
"I've missed you," She breathed, melting into his warmth.
"—It's been a while," Neteyam spoke, his voice gruff and erotic, walking towards Ao'nung smugly as his beaded braids dangled with his every step. He had matured quite a tad. His jawline was sharper, along with his eyes; seeming more fierce. He was taller (though still falling short behind Ao'nung), and was more chiseled; more toned in the upper body. He still wore that brown corset of his, as well as that Ionar.
"Couldn't bare staying away from us, so you paid a visit?" Ao'nung taunted, looking at him keenly, his lips into a smirk.
"You'd be whining if we hadn't come," Neteyam said, giving a gentle pat on the water Na'vi's chest. He paused before saying; "Our stay here better to be comfortable. No scheming or plans of trouble, right?"
Ao'nung huffed through his nose. He held his palms up in surrender. "All in the past. I come with peace," He replied.
Neteyam smiled. He gazed at the turquoise male, all grown and strapped; the clan's traditional tattoos imprinted on his face, chest, and down his arms, almost like his father's. His shoulders were broad as day, and his pecs and legs were sturdy as steel, catching the eye. His curls were longer, at the shoulder and his bun was the same, tied at the top of his head. The boy was eighteen now, just recently, and if not, almost crowned Olo'eyktan.
"Olo'eyktan Tonowari, Tsahìk Ronal!" Tuktirey chirped, running with her hands thrown up in the air with glee. Her twists were longer, at shoulder length, and she was as well taller. She was currently eleven—how fast the years had passed.
"Hello, little Tuk," Ronal greeted, both her and her mate smiling warmly at the girl. They somehow looked older, and weary. The Tsahìk's belly was flat, no longer pregnant as she had been three years back.
"Look at you! How fast you've grown," said Tonowari. Tuktirey smiled, nodding her small head.
Kiri stood from afar, by her Ikran, astounded. Her eyes wandered the same as they had years ago. Awa'atlu was truly remarkable; their nature was. She looked at Spider, who was now considered part of the family.
"Isn't it beautiful?" She breathed. Spider nodded. Truthfully, it was his first time looking at such a place carefully. The first time he was unable to as he was at war; the second war between the sky people and the Na'vi race. Gladly, it was long over.
Neytiri and Jake smiled, in the embrace of one another, glad to be back on the land they once took for sanctuary. The memories were grim and bittersweet, but they were part of something sacred.
"Come, I'll take you back to your place," Tonowari told the Sullys. "You still remember the way, don't you?" He inquired.
"If my mind didn't forget—Of course! how could I forget?" Jake said, laughing.
"Dear," Neytiri cooed, smiling at him with such unwavering love, as she had when her eyes first fell upon him long ago. Nothing had changed.
Their Marui was vacant to the eye; dusty and cold. Kiri was at her spot with Spider at her side, her feet submerged in the warm sea, as Spider's legs dangled way above the sea. He wasn't Na'vi. He was human, too short for anything around him.
She gazed at her glistening reflection, smiling. It wasn't a sad troubled girl looking back at her. She was older now, wiser, and more mature. She was staring at the same spot she had three years ago, no longer feeling ill towards Awa'atlu, and no longer eager to go back home.
"Let's go on a swim," She cheerfully told Spider, dragging him up by the arm and rushing out of their Marui.
"Everything is so different," Lo'ak said.
"That's expected when you spend time away. Everything seems different but isn't," His father explained.
From his sat on the ground, Neteyam peered at both males. "Similar to when we arrived back home," He added.
"Precise," His mother chipped in, in her arms a woven basket of ripe rare fruit that the Metkayina's had chosen for her family as a token of a happy return. Lo'ak and Neteyam stared in awe.
"Is that fruit?" Lo'ak asked, reaching a hand to pick a yellowish round fruit; squishy, and with greenish veins around it. He had never seen it. He bit it; the sweet mellow scent engulfed his nose as the creamy taste gave his stomach a frisson of joy.
"You gotta try this," He told Neteyam, his voice almost a moan, handing the juicy fruit over to his brother. Without hesitation, Neteyam gnawed at the fruit, its juices dripping down his chin. It was good. He was unable to tear his teeth away.
"Bro, don't eat it all," Lo'ak cried. Neytiri laughed gently, setting the basket on the small round table at the center of their Marui. Jake's hand slithered through the basket, digging for the same yellowish fruit, wanting to taste the delish his sons claimed.
"Why don't you guys go swimming?" Neytiri asked. "Maybe greet your Ilus hello?"
Their Ilus. Neteyam looked at Lo'ak, both exchanging the same mischievous grin.
"On go," Lo'ak affirmed.
"Go!" Neteyam abruptly yelled, sprinting out of sight, leaving Lo'ak with his ears flat.
"I wasn't even ready," He said, before quickly racing after the elder, muttering things under his breath, as his parents laughed with amusement. It was nice to be back in the land of the reefs.
