My Eywa || AVATAR

22 ✨The Storytellers ✨

NETEYAM

On the way back home, after having taken Della to where the avatars were so she could rest, I couldn't help but carry the guilt of not having foreseen her discomfort. I watched as she suffered from a sharp headache due to that damn drink, while her fragile figure struggled to stay on her feet.

My mind was drowning in remorse as I damn well realized I hadn't measured up. I hadn't been adequate for her, I'd screwed up my desire to shield and look after her.

I'm a total jackass. I should've fucking noticed and warned her about the blasted potency of that Kava.

The night's whirlwind had whisked me away, immersing me deep within the group's euphoria. My senses were ensnared by her mesmerizing smile and her endearingly awful jokes, igniting an insatiable longing to share every moment of the night with her. Amidst the spellbinding revelry, the extent of her indulgence in drink went unnoticed, for my heart was too consumed by the enchanting aura she cast upon me.

When the group dispersed, and Mäipxo invited her to dance around the bonfire, that's when I saw that she wasn't feeling well. I didn't take my eyes off her.
And then I saw her fade away, and with a rush of concern running through my body, I ran towards her, holding her tightly in my arms, preventing her delicate body from crashing onto the ground.

The contemptible wretch didn't deign to extend even a modicum of effort to lend a hand and aid her in lowering herself to a seated position.

I held her gently, ensuring her body found comfort in my arms as I moved her aside and helped her sit down.

Upon arriving, lost in my thoughts, I barely registered that the celebration was winding down under the shelter of the hearth tree. With slow steps and a yearning for a bit of solace and rest, I made my way to my hammock.

I settled in gently, allowing my body to sink into the comfort. Finally, my mind found its long-awaited calmness. I cast aside the worries and reflections about what had transpired, and the questions of how I could have foreseen it.

In that moment, I allowed myself to simply float in a sea of serenity.

Beneath the night breeze that caressed my face, I surrendered to the magic of the moment. I closed my eyes and let the rustle of leaves and the chorus of crickets fill my senses. In that reverie, all thoughts faded away, making room for a deep and comforting peace.

Hardly had I found tranquility when her soft voice uttering my name resonated in my mind. The echo of her confession, her declaration, unleashed a wave of overwhelming emotions.

I had always sensed the way she looked at me, the way her smile widened when we were together. I could feel the irresistible force in the air, an undeniable connection that existed between us. But hearing those words spill from her lips, in a state so vulnerable and genuine, ignited an uncontrollable desire in me to enfold her in my arms and escape together.

However, despite the exquisite delight of hearing those words, I also understood the painful weight they would carry for her. I wished for the intoxicating effect of being drunk to erase that confession from her mind.

After that day beneath the Tree of Voices, everything became clear to me. She is ensnared in a fog of uncertainty, questioning her true essence. I hadn't fully grasped the depth of her internal struggles until that revealing day.

It is undeniable that she loves the clan's way of life and desires to be a part of it. But it is equally undeniable that her thirst for curiosity and her yearning for knowledge keep her immersed in the studies of the Sky people. I myself have been repeatedly astounded by the marvels and research of the Sky people.