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"OH, NADIIII!!!" Tuk, being so small in size, uses her strong voice to her own advantage.
Definitely the handy work of her father.
Nadia glances over her shoulder and spots Tuk running through the roots. Her braids swinging side-to-side as she hops off each foot like an animal in play. Her little legs traveling with something that seems of importance.
"Nadi! Are you up there?" Tuk asks, tilting her head to the side, trying to find her between the trees that stand much too tall for her sight.
Her feet land smoothly on the ground, giving the soft soil permission to completely devour her feet with ever grain they converge with. Tuk hears her landing, despite it being soft, and picks up speed on her way over.
"NADI!"
"TUK!" Nadia smiles, matching her energy while crouching to her level so she feels significant.
"I have a message for you."
"For me?"
"Mhm." She smiles, swinging back and forth on her heels.
"Alright, I'm ready to receive it." Nadia nods, acting like she's prepared herself for this moment her whole life to play along.
Nadia should've known better when they sent Tuk to relay the message. She's just too sweet and pure to ignore, but as soon as the words fall from her mouth, they wind up knocking the wind out of Nadia.
"My mother wants to speak with you in the tent."
Who knew ten words could bring so much fear to oneself?
"With...me?"
"With you." Tuk nods, confirming all of her thoughts at once.
"Alone?"
"I don't know; they don't tell me that much, but she's not one to be patient, so I'd hurry!" Tuk giggles, turning her back to Nadia and running back into whatever imagination is swaying her mind.
The five-minute walk to the Sully's tent seems too short for all of the questions whirling through her head. She's not ready to face what she's not prepared for. If it were Jake, maybe she'd be a little more at ease, but Neytiri? She's rather unpredictable, along with already having a distaste for the human girl as is.
She stands in front of the tent entrance, attempting to think of every wrongdoing she's been involved in, wondering if this might be her last time allowed to step in the village.
"Come." Neytiri's voice carries through the tent.
Of course, she knew she was there. How long? Nadia will never be sure, mainly because she's too scared to ask. She sticks her head in, double-checking if it's actually okay for her to continue inside. Neytiri's back is facing her while she continues with her task; she must've been finishing up just before Nadia arrived.
