Epiphany Of Eywa {Avatar & Avatar TWOW}

Worry about me.

A huge smile completely plasters on my face when Jake starts rambling about Neytiri. Everybody but Norm knew he was talking to the General, but we refused to acknowledge it. 

I had tried to convince Grace to tell him that it was us or him, but all she wanted was to see the clan again. And I knew that. She had missed them, but this wasn't right. 

Jake was giving them intel to destroy their home. I couldn't let him hurt them like that but there was nothing I could do. So I buried it away and tried to look at him the same. "She helps, I thought it'd be hard, and it is- but she makes it easier." Jake mutters into the camera, trying not to let us hear him.

Me and Grace share glances when she smiles and looks away from the microscope. He was totally whipped. She nudges me and wipes the smile of her face to point at my own camera. Jake's was more interesting anyway. 

"Oh, right. Eyve said that I had some connection to Eywa, not just the animals. That totally freaked me out." I spina round and rub my eyes, continuing to talk into the lens.

That was a conversation he struggled to get out, it took a few minutes before he let out some confusing, short-winded sentence about my spiritual connection. 
It was only two nights ago now. 

He walked me through a bush of glowing leaves, bioluminescence coating the inner layers. Few bugs rested on them, ignoring us and munching on the green. 

When I turned to face him again, he was gone, footprints left in the dirt in his trail. My eyebrows furrow as I searched for him. It wasn't exactly the most hostile environment, it looked a lot like the place where Jake was before he ran into Hammerheads. 

Nervously I step forward, running a hand along the plant. In an instant, it shoots down, avoiding my touch and sinking into the ground. Instead of a huge, grown plant beside me, I was left with a small sprout sticking from the ground. 

A laugh left my lips. My hand reached out to tap the one in front of me and it retreats, copying the previous one. The darkness started to overcrowd me as the bioluminescent leaves started to shrink and lose their glow. 

That wasn't exactly good. Although, with morbid fascination I watched more shrink at my touch, ignoring my rising fear to look at the plants. 

"Anabelle." His voice stopped my movement, making me stumble and retract my hand from the next leaf. 

"Hey, E." I looked to my left and saw him with an amused look on his face- ignoring my use of a nickname, might I add. 

He had a Direhorse on a leash behind him, leading it towards me. Now I see why we needed the glow. The pattern on his face lit up, leading like freckles down his face and nose. 

They were on his arms too, strong patterns seemingly coating his entire body. He watched my eyes trace all over him, not bothering to stop me. 

"We must make sure of something." 'We' didn't mean me and him, it meant him and the Tsahik. There was no doubt he was talking to him about me, wondering why my mind had made the emotional connection. 

It didn't effect me after that day, I wasn't over emotional, or crying constantly. Thank God. Once was enough. Especially in front of Eyve. 

The look in his face never disappeared, it escalated if anything and that only forced me to cover my smile with my hand. For some reason, it took me far too long to realise what he wanted me to do. He lead the beast until it was just in front of me. 

"What?" I questioned, my face dropping and eyes travelling to him. 

If he made me feel that way again he better hope this creature wasn't angry or I might just punch him. It felt bad enough last time and I was set over the edge by him calling my sensitive, for God sake. There was no doubt I was but at the time it didn't feel great. 

"Make sure it wasn't only once." He noticed my body change, his own demeanour shifting as mine did. 

He looked more nervous for me, any sense of humour vanished and was replaced with worry and concern. I wasn't going to die, but a Direhorse had far more emotional receptors than a Stingbat. That was common knowledge. 

He had a point, there was no way of knowing I was just sensitive to the Stingbat and wasn't just scared on my own accord due to what had happened only a week before. 
It was a smart idea, but I wouldn't exactly enjoy it.