broken peace; neteyam sully

𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘷𝘦

Ok'xana could feel her body grow tenser the closer they got to the place where the children trained, to the point where she stopped in her tracks as she noticed the blue thread beginning to weave into the standard beige pathway.

Narkis noticed this and placed her hands behind Xana's back, nudging her forward gently. Tsireya leaned in, "I am here, sister."

She swallowed loudly, eyes crossing over Neteyam who peered at her curiously.

Why was she so hesitant? Was he...that jerk...a warrior? He could not prevail over Neteyam if he was.

Interrupting his silent cockiness, Mir'et ran forward, calling out to the kids as Tuk followed her with little hops.

He began to crane his neck to see a group of Metkayina ululating joyfully at them as they neared.

Just as he'd suspected, at Ao'nung's side was Alexx'os, the upper half of his twists done up and showing off his sharp jawline. Neteyam felt his face warp into a scowl as he eyed the boy who caused such hate to flare through his chest. He willed his gaze ahead, to Ok'xana's friend Ezu'za.

She met his eyes with her pair of large blue irises. The pretty girl straightened her back, displaying the coral top that adorned her chest. She had her hair in two small braids in the front, shells streaking the strands.

It was the same style that Xana liked to wear often. Was she copying her now?

Nonetheless, he gave her a polite smile.

Then, wondering about Ok'xana, he looked back. She squinted her eyes at their group, taking several heavy breaths.

He furrowed his brows, debating what to do. Should he take her hand and lead her forward? No, that would be inappropriate with all their exchanges in mind. He could be silly; childish.

Instead, he walked after Lo'ak and Tsireya into their small area.

She bit her lip nervously, stepping forward, forcing one foot at a time. God, why did he have to be here?

Left. Right. Left.

"I see you," Alexx'os said to them, gesturing with his hand. He looked Neteyam toe-to-head with a small smile.

Neteyam simply sent him a skeptical expression while halfheartedly gesturing back his hand from his forehead.

Kiri took her place behind Tuk, setting a guarding hand on her shoulders. These kids seemed just like the kind she was bullied by back home.

Yes, her entire family are warriors, but Kiri found her heart lay in the bosom of Pandora. Eywa. Healing. Life.

She could not stand death, even for a good cause. Hunting made her sick to her stomach.

Ok'xana shifted on her feet, eyes crossing over Alexx'os as she went to stand between Tsireya. He looked at her and smiled while she let her eyes pass.

She might not be good with her emotions but she knew there was always a path to problems—even if it was so unsteady.

Avoidance.

It was how she kept her peace. Well, they seemed to chase her around—nonetheless, she was a strong runner.

Tsireya stepped forward gesturing to the Omatikaya, "These are the Sully children. They come from a family of the greatest warriors."

"Hello, Sullys," Alexx said with a gentle-looking smile.

What annoyed Xana most about him was that smirk. So perfect.

She hated his confident and polite surface. She wanted to tear it off so that everyone else could see his calculated cruelty.