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❝ Sullys stick together, so he knows that his disappointment will be cut into little pieces and divided equally amongst his family members, another burden shared. ❞
a/n: tuk is 10 yrs old in this even tho everyone else is 5 yrs older. for atmosphere, you can play the song clipped in media when you see this (**). na'vi dictionary at the end :)
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It is evening. Eywa has strung the stars in the sky, illuminating her dear Eywa'eveng with the same tanhi that litter the skin of her children. The constellations are visual retellings of the stories of humble Na'vi made legend after achieving exploits for their people, a reminder of the greatness found in unity.
All clan activities have wound down – the fishers have hung up their nets, divers have inspected their findings and hunters have laid down their spears. At the centre of the shore blazes a strong and defiant bonfire. Its flames are fanned and fuelled by the life that pulses in the Metkayina gathered around it who convene to share tales of the day's events.
The soft scraping of fingertips on wooden bowls fills the air as separate family units come together to share a communal meal and enjoy the spoils of the day's hunt. A myriad of voices can be heard; the croak of an aged elder, the babble of a babe and the peeved huff of a particular young Na'vi male.
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Over the din of the clan's combined chatter, Lo'ak's expression of his annoyance is only heard by those that are sat right next to him. On his right-hand side sits Neteyam, who is half-concerned about what it is that has his baby bro so upset, but simultaneously trying to keep up with Tuk's recounting of the scenarios she had made her figurines act out today.
On the other side of Lo'ak sits Kiri, who is praying to the Great Mother in her head, begging for the grace not to hit him if he sighs one more time.
"Hey Lo'ak, are you going to tell us what's wrong or are you going to keep sitting there with a face like a slapped palulukan's arse?" Kiri's voice cuts off Tuk's rambling, the girl deciding to take matters into her own hands. She couldn't bear seeing his pinched expression in her peripheral vision for a second longer. Her remark brings the attention of the whole family onto Lo'ak, whose brow only furrows further in lieu of a response.
