Ma Tsawke

Chapter Nine

Jake and fellow aerial hunters dive low above a thundering herd of sturmbeast, a spectacle of pulsating muscle. The living river kicks up dust, resembling the steam trailing a python's backtrack. A skilled hunter on a direhorse charges at full speed, launching a 3-meter spear that brings down one of the sturmbeast, flipping it twice in the process.

Jake joins the fray, his banshee's cry piercing the air. With a swift draw of his bow, he releases an arrow that finds its mark in the plexus between the armored shoulders of another beast. The creature crashes to the ground, skidding to a halt in a swirling cloud of dust. Tanhì gracefully swoops in beside Jake, arms raised in a triumphant gesture, her wolfish grin matching the thrill of his accomplishment as she banks around his kill.

Jake gazes upward to witness Tanhì releasing her arrow, expertly bringing down yet another sturmbeast. Overwhelmed with admiration, he can't help but cheer and even the stoic Tsu'tey offers a grudging salute, acknowledging the impressive display of skill.

They make their triumphant return to hometree, the air thick with celebration for the bountiful and victorious hunt. The central gathering space is aglow with the warmth of a roaring bonfire, casting a flickering light around the festivities. The festival is in full swing, marked by wild dancing and the joyous feasting on massive sturmbeast ribs.

Bowls of a kava-like intoxicants are passed around, adding a touch of merriment to the atmosphere. Tanhì and Neytiri, adorned in flowing costumes resembling banshee spirits, twirl and dance gracefully. Norm engages in a seductive dance with his own tail, a subtle wish for Trudy's presence among them. Jake, surrounded by a group of young hunters, vividly acts out the leonopteryx attack with animated gestures. The leaping fire-light casts playful shadows across the eye sockets of the toruk skull, infusing it with a lively semblance of life.

The toruk skull seems to cast a watchful eye on Jake as Tsu'tey squats beside him, the customary scowl etched prominently on his face. A sense of anticipation fills the air and Jake prepares himself for whatever interaction may unfold. To his surprise, Tsu'tey extends a kava bowl, presenting it to him. Is it a challenge or an unexpected olive branch?

With a hint of uncertainty, Jake accepts the offering and takes a long, hearty drink. The surrounding young hunters respond with enthusiastic hoots and rhythmic handclaps, creating a lively cadence. Amid the festive atmosphere, Grace playfully chides, her eyes gleaming with happiness.

"Watch that stuff. It'll knock you into next week."

Jake returns the bowl to Tsu'tey, who takes a final swig after draining its contents. The intoxicating effects have taken hold and the atmosphere is now imbued with a sense of ease. Seated amidst the rowdy hunters, Tsu'tey regards Jake with a slightly bleary gaze. Eventually, a grin breaks through.

"I thought with enough drink, you would not be so ugly." Tsu'tey teases, the substance having a noticeable effect on his typically hostile demeanor.

"Sorry." Jake responds but he doesn't have his full attention, especially not when Tanhì graces the celebration with her elegant dance alongside her sister and other Na'vi women. Tsu'tey, however, shifts his focus to the flickering flames, a haunted expression casting shadows on his face.

"Your warriors hide inside machines, fight from far away like cowards." His gaze pierces through Jake with newfound respect.

"I never expected a sky person to show bravery." Tsu'tey concedes, his hand extending over to grasp Jake's forearm, an act of acceptance that bridges the vast gap between their worlds. Jake's grin widens, his fingers clasping Tsu'tey's arm in return, sealing a pact of understanding in the face of unexpected friendship.