˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ blue blood ⋆ - neteyam sully.

˗ˏˋ 1. 'ˎ˗ New arrivals.

I had left the marui early after another argument with Aunty Ronal over who should be my mate. I was furious that she was trying to mate me with someone instead of letting me find my own love. She was allowed to mate on her own accord by Eywa's bond, why wasn't I?

   I went to my cove just North of the last set of village pods to be alone. My cove was well hidden, you had to crouch to get in and out.

   Aunty wanted me to mate with Häàtawai, my Uncle's friend's son. He was a strong man, I knew he was going to be a good warrior someday, but I had never seen him as anything more than another one of the people. He was not even a friend to me. He only ever annoyed me. He was cocky, he thought he was the coolest person in the clan and anytime I talked to him I was reminded of how stupid my clan's boys are. I couldn't stand the thought of bonding my queue with him of all people.

   I sighed and lay down on the sand, gently playing with the stems of the plants that were poking through. I ended up thinking about my parents, as hard as I tried not to. I thought about how different my life would've been if they had survived the attack by the Tulkun they called Payakan.

    If they had lived, I wouldn't be destined for more than I was prepared for. I felt I would never be ready to bear the responsibility of the future my 'parents' wanted so badly for me. I was not the Chief's real daughter, yet the village had come to see me that way because I hadn't even been one year old yet when my parents were killed. Even Tsireya, my sister, my best friend; viewed me as the future of the village rather than her.

   I grunted in annoyance at the thoughts booming loudly in my head and rolled over, letting my body mould into the soft sand under me. It was then that I heard the horn sound.

   The horn of a new arrival. New Na'vi.

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   Everyone was crowded around on the shore. Tsireya saw me instantly as I weaved through everyone towards the front for a better view.

   "Māna !" She exclaimed, grabbing my arm. "Look!"

She pointed up into the sky where five Ikran were flying down towards our village. I felt my mouth fall open. Forest Na'vi?

   I was about to relay my knowledge on the huge flying monsters to Reya when Aunty and Uncle pushed their way through and stood beside us. The whispers ceased. Reya grabbed Aonung's arm and pulled him closer just as the Ikran slowed completely before landing on the sand.

   The rider's were a family. A mother, tall and beautiful, carrying a small child on her hip. A father, taller and muscular, with the face of a warrior. Then a daughter, her hair short around her face, eyes wide, taking in her new surroundings. Two sons; one clearly younger, the other much older and taller, his build more defined.

   They were a much darker shade of blue than we were, their tails were skinny and their necks long and thin. It felt like looking in a distorted mirror. I had only heard stories of forest people and their tribes, their tails of the Soul Tree and the mighty warrior they called 'Toruk Makto.'

   The father stepped closer and I felt Reya wrap her hand around my forearm for support. I was a little scared and apprehensive but I  took a hold of her hand and squeezed it tight. There was a strong sense of impending doom, watered down by the spear-sharp tension in the air.

   "We seek refuge." The father spoke with the same sense of authority in his voice that Uncle did.

I looked at my relatives. Uncle seemed to be waiting for him to say more, while Aunty had narrowed her glassy eyes. She was suspicious, a natural maternal instinct. After all, we were expecting another sibling soon.