"Newea come here," Ronal called to her daughter.
"Yes mother," Newea walked over to her pregnant mother.
"What were you thinking?" she scolded.
"I-"
"You could have gotten killed!"
"Yes mother I kn-"
"Are you hurt?" she asked her daughter as she examined her. She grabbed her face and then her arms, going over every pattern on her skin. She then made her way down to Newea's leg to find blood on her calf.
"It's just a scratch." Newea laughed. But her mother was not buying it. She led her to the infirmary and quickly patched up Newea's calf. She winced as her mother wrapped it with a bandage afterwards.
"There. Now go join your sister and introduce yourself to Toruk Makto's family," the older female instructed.
"Yes mother... Also thank you," Newea said softly. Ronal shot her a soft smile. Newea smiled in return.
"Now go," said Ronal as she shooed her daughter away with her hands.
The young na'vi made her way through the village of marui pods and caught sight of her sister. She quickly jumped through the wooden pathways over to where she was standing.
She slowly entered the pod awkwardly.
"Oh Newea! There you are." Tsireya remarked. Dark blue heads turned to look at her.
"Hi, I'm Newea. I'm sorry for causing a scene earlier," she said reluctantly.
"This is my sister. She will be helping you too," Tsireya added.
"Nice to meet you Newea. I hope you take good care of us," Toruk Makto replied. Newea nodded promptly. She noticed the older looking teen boy was staring at her. Their eyes met yet again but Newea quickly averted her eyes back to Toruk Makto.
"We'll leave you to rest from your journey and get settled in," Tsireya said. And with that the sisters left.
"They seem nice, right?" Toruk Makto asked his family.
"I don't like this," the older female stated.
"Neytiri, we don't have many choices here," he replied.
"I know. But I still don't like this," she promptly affirmed her past statement.
"Well let's just see. And you guys better not cause any trouble. Remember: Sully's stick together," Toruk Makto said.
"Sully's stick together," the forest family of the Omatikaya people chanted in unison.
Meanwhile, two Metakyina sisters were discussing their opinions on the new foreigners who had just entered their land.
The sand provided warmth beneath their feet as they walked along the shore of their beautiful reef. The breeze gently brushed against their curly hair with the scent of sea salt swirling within the air.
"What do you think of the Toruk Makto's family?" Tsireya asked as she swung her arm by her side happily.
"They're skinny," Newea replied bluntly.
"No, I mean how do you feel about the situation," Tsireya clarified in a whiny tone.
Newea looked forward as she gently kicked the sand.
"I don't really care. As long as I help them I won't be grounded," she replied.
"I think it's going to be fun!" Tsireya exclaimed.
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Fanfic☆ Oel ngati kameie ☆ Newea, the eldest daughter of the Olo'eyktan and Tsahik of the Metkayina clan, has surprisingly been an outcast in her own way. "The pity party." "The wild card." "The odd one out." She had never really fit into a specific role...
