𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 - NETEYAM

| Bring it down kitty |

She couldn't avoid it any longer. It was approaching nightfall, and as a member of the clan, cleaning duties fell upon her. She was supposed to be making her rounds in the village, but for the past few minutes, she'd been walking around the island, lost in thought.

She turned on her heel, passing by crowded paths, and avoiding social gatherings. Before she rounded the corner towards the docks, the sound of someone arguing caught her attention. A boy and what sounds like to be an Ilu were having a one-sided conversation. The losing side is the Na'vi. Near the outskirts of the island, held the two. The boy waved his hands sporadic towards the animal, trying to get his point across. Yet the animal couldn't be bothered as they swam further away.

She kept her distance as she watched the boy sulk at the Ilu leaving him to be. He felt frustrated. Most of his siblings by now have a good understanding of adjusting to the ocean. Yet he felt out of place, struggling to fit in. He hadn't left the beach, instead, he sat down and gazed at the ocean view.

Akamu hesitated, wondering whether it was best to approach the boy. Another minute went by, and she had hoped she would get her own time alone with the sand, yet she knew he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon as he laid down on his back. Resting his eyes. Sighing, she closed the distance between them, hovering over the boy.

Cringing, Akamu dragged herself next to him. Finding a spot to sit on a boulder not far off.

I can't seem to keep my distance away from the fool.

She gazed down at the boy, inspecting his unique features. Neteyam felt a pair of eyes peering down at him. Avoiding an awkward confrontation with whoever it was, he kept his eyes shut. Waiting for the person to speak up. She shifted her head to look at what was in front of her, trailing her eyes on the reflection of the water as she sighed.

"Why did they accept you when you are useless?" She asked him. Confused as to why he struggled since he had arrived. Was his looks the only thing going for him?

"Doesn't matter if you're a descendant of Toruk Makto. I wonder what your father will think of-" She was interrupted as Neteyam spoke up.

At times... most times she was blunt with her words. Unaware of the consequences it could have on her. Tokuro at times was the one to correct her filter. A filter that was transparent.

He looked to the side as a frown etched on his face. She wasn't what he had thought of before meeting her—seeing Ronal's temper coming through her personality as well.

"You are just like your mother" He groaned. Looking up at the sky, seeing a teal-like skin coming closer, indicating she was near.

"You and Ronal. People who don't know when to shut up."

"Huh?" A child-like innocence was sensed in her as she had nothing to comment on what he had said.

She felt off as he mentioned "mother". Not believing he knew more than her about the one who had given birth to her.

He couldn't fathom what had made her tone shift from aggressive behavior to feeling shy. The bold look she portrayed withered away as a look of worry sprouted upon her. It was the same look he saw the first time he spotted her in front of the chief.

"You know nothing about her." She whispered under her breath.

He raised a brow as he forced himself to sit up. Hands behind him to hold his weight.

"No, I don't but it's obvious as to what trait you had gotten from her. Your siblings may look like her but you act like the Tsahik of this clan." He mentioned the difference between her and her relatives.