(Y/N) was always a special Na'vi since she was born, and thanks to the Sully family, she grew up in a loved and cared for environment. Though, she didn't know who she was and why she was so different from the rest of her fellow Na'vi people.
During...
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𝗔𝗗𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗠𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦 sweeps around the lands of the Metkayina as soon as night falls. With the hum of night creatures and splashing waves in the background, a soft blue glow weaves through everything from the ground up, Pandora's bioluminescent fauna and flora coming to life now.
A soft, angel like melody came from inside the Sully tent, as it traveled through the ears of those witnessing it. Ney'tiri was singing one of her songcords, thanking the Great Mother as she was sat next to (Y/N) and helped her with the medicine for Neteyam's healing wounds.
The younger Na'vi was watching every move Ney'tiri made with the herbs, knowing she had to learn how to actually make the medicine. A few feet away from them, was Neteyam's half awake self as he laid on the makeshift bed, gaze trained of the working (Y/N).
It had been a couple of days after the big war between Avatars and Na'vi, and now everyone was trying to pick up the carnage caused by it.
The three were the only ones inside the Marui currently, as the rest of the family were helping the Metkayina's out, prior to the quick goodbyes.
And in that span of time, (Y/N) has refused in talking with the brothers, almost like her entire self just switched off. The only time she's ever spoken was to Ney'tir, or Jake, otherwise she just went silent, or ignored whoever talked to her.
Not that anyone blamed her though, they all knew this was the cause of the trauma they all went through, more especially (Y/N)'s trauma.
Moving away from the only home she's ever known, almost dying, never finding closure of who her parents were, and having one of her other half die in her arms definitely added to it, even most likely caused it.
"This one goes in here," Ney'tiri was now speaking in a warm tone, the singing stopping as she picked up a green herd, and placed it into the mixing bowl, "And then you use the mortar and pestle to mince it together."
(Y/N) nods her head in understanding, ears twitching the slightest as she grabs the said object, and starts to grind all the herbs together. Sleeping bags were heavily present under her eyes, and the forming scars from the battles that littered her blue skin.
Ney'tiri smiled in approval watching her do this, one her hands rubbing up and down the young Na'vis back soothingly. Her eyes flickered upwards from her to Neteyam, who continued to stare at (Y/N) from his spot in the corner.
The mother wasn't stupid, she saw that look on her sons face before, on both her sons faces before. It was the same one Jake stared at Ney'tiri with, when he was first introduced to their Na'vi tribe, and joined them for food around the fire.
Ney'tiri sensed the three of them needed to talk, well at least if the boys actually told (Y/N) what they wanted from her. How they wanted to be one with her. And Ney'tiri knew she needed to push the two currently in here to act, she couldn't handle seeing her kids in pain because of their unofficial bond.
