His Fierce Flower - A Neteyam Sully x OC Story

Open

"Open."

Enyu mindlessly chewed on the berry Neteyam fed her while she focused on the tablet in her hands.

"Open." He fed her another.

She sat cross-legged on the floor of one of the food storage tents, conducting inventory on a few racks of cured meat that came from the smokehouses that morning.

What was supposed to be a simple task turned out to be a much bigger issue. Many of the other items in the tent had not been catalogued nor organized. The tent was in complete disarray- not to mention the mess of data she was currently looking at.

Meanwhile Neteyam, who had completed his patrol all of last night and also already managed to have an early morning training session, had the rest of the day off. As per his usual routine, he tracked her down and decided to keep her company until they could go do something "more fun". His words, not hers.

"Open," he repeated. He was laid stretched out on his back, ankles crossed with his head comfortably resting in the well of her folded legs, feeding- or more like sneaking her berries from the bowl balanced on his chest.

"Open."

"Mmpff-'Tey, you have to at least let me chew first," she spluttered, grasping his wrist. "And I told you already, I'll eat when I'm done here. I still have a lot to do. Also, you promised to not distract me if I let you stay."

Enyu knew it was a futile promise. At first he was quietly sitting in a corner- as agreed, sharpening his knife then whittling a piece of bark. And then the next thing she knew he was nestled in the cradle of her legs, trying to force feed her.

Ever since their little "misunderstanding" a little over a month ago, he'd been extremely apologetic. It also seemed as if their friendship shifted a bit as well- for the better she would say. They'd seemed to be further attached to each other lately.

She couldn't quite put her finger on it but he seemed even more attentive and affectionate than usual- which she just chalked up to be that he'd been afraid of losing their friendship and was now trying to compensate. They'd never fought like that before and she was just as glad as he that they were fine again.

He released an annoyed sigh. "Flower. You haven't eaten anything for the day." He tried to sneak another berry past her lips which she took, but in retaliation she nipped his fingertips and, still staring at her work, ignored his cry of protest. "Why are you even doing all this anyway? Isn't this Väriä's job?"

"Yes, but I'm covering for her. Which is good because this whole thing is messed up and I doubt she'd be able to fix it since judging by these last entries- was all her fault in the first place." She frowned at the tablet in her hand then looked up at the items stacked around the tent.

The humans they lived with had shared their technology with the Na'vi over the years. While the warriors were taught to use their weapons; guns and communication devices to name a few, they also influenced other areas of the clan.

The clan's food inventory, for one, had been computerized- and so new roles were created. Inventory clerks was the human term for it and Väriä somehow was lucky to have gotten one of the spots.

It was a simple enough job and Enyu enjoyed it whenever she was asked to help out. All fresh meat, dried meat, fresh fish, dried fish, fresh fruit, dried fruit, herbs, spices- basically everything coming in and anything going out was recorded.

Even though technically Enyu's permanent role in the clan was "harvester," she- like Neteyam had taken on many other responsibilities over time. When the humans had introduced the inventory system some years back, she was so fascinated that she volunteered to cover shifts in her free time.