Dream || Neteyam

Twenty- Two

For The First Time by Mac DeMarco is a good song for this chapter, again :)

Neteyam

Every day Ni'awtu finds a way to change the way I see her.

Every day it is for the better.

And she doesn't even know.

There's only been my family. I've only ever cared and felt protectiveness over them. Now there is Ni'awtu.

I dont even know how it happened. But the day we got here, this feeling took over.

Now I can't stop it. Even when she wants me to.

The way she talks, and walks, her attitude. I could watch it all forever.

It is the most strange thing I've ever felt.

I wonder if this is how my father and mother felt when they were younger.

I've heard their stories about when they met. How my mother taught my dad.

When she almost killed him, he was a baby, and he almost ruined our clan, but saved it.

They've told us kids about a million times.

And now, it feels like I'm living it, creating my own story. With her.

But it is something she couldn't want less.

..

Ni'awtu leaves me sitting on the beach. I watch her walk towards Kiri and Tsireya.

Nia tends to leave when she doesn't want it to get too complicated. And that is what she did now, only making me more curious.

The girls smile, and my sister embraces her, resting her arm on Ni'awtus waist.

Nia's hair blows lightly in the soft wind, allowing me to see a small scratch on her back.

I watch as Kiri points to my brother, who sits by himself on the edge of the sand.

And then Nia asks something. Kiri rolls her eyes back and looks upset.

Nia and Tsireya defeat her, and they grab Kiris hands.

Watching my sister get out of her comfort zone after her seizure, makes me happy.

She hasn't left our marui since the seizure unless she needs to or is going to help Nia or someone.

It's been really hard on everyone, but I cant imagine how it feels for Kiri.

Im grateful for Nia in the sense that she helps so much.

Ni'awtu and Kiris bond is very special.

The three girls begin to dance, running around, jumping up and down, but in the most graceful way.

My eyes watch one girl in particular.

It is beautiful.

The background doesn't matter, no one's yells matter.

Her eyes shut, her lips part slightly. Flashes of the fire light her face. She is beautiful.