His Hands. || 𝘼𝙤'𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙜

four

Italics = thoughts or flashbacks
Bold = Metkayina sign language
Bold italics = movie pov??

The arguing between the three children had finally stopped and everyone had their mats set up and figured out where they would be sleeping. Jake called everyone in for a family meeting.

Ra'mora was out wandering around and was walking back in the pod when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Family meeting, remember?" She rolled her eyes in response to him.

All the children gathered around their mother and father and stood tall as Jake took a knee in front them. He then motioned for them to get on their knee too. "Come on, take a knee. Let's go." He ushered, and all the children quickly obeyed his directions.

Tuk looked sad, which surprised Ra'mora since she looked so joyful running and skipping around when they were walking towards their marui pod. The teen girl's attention was pulled away from her sister as their father spoke up. "I need you kids to be on your best behavior. I mean it. Learn fast, pull your weight," He paused and looked over at Lo'ak and Ra'mora. "Don't cause trouble, got it?"

"Yes sir." Both Lo'ak and Ra'mora mumbled. They both hissed when they felt Neteyam grabbing the back of their necks. "Especially you Ra'mora. Stay out of trouble." The girl gaped at him. "I always stay out of trouble!" She exclaimed, even though she was well aware of the stuff she did back home.

"Not when you're with Lo'ak." He said bluntly.

"Hey!"

"Not true!"

The reason she was so intimidated was not only because she was the daughter of Toruk Makto, but also because she often threatened others for talking bad about her family. She was also an extremely skilled warrior for her age group. Not only that, but she had her mother's temper.

Jake gave the two a pointed look and she grumbled. "Fine." She agreed before muttering something under her breath. "Maybe people shouldn't run their mouths like a direhorse." Jake glared at his daughter shortly but didn't say anything.

Their attention was now directed to Tuk as she sniffled. "I want to go home!" She cried and wiped her face with the back of her hand.

Ra'mora's face softened at the sight of her baby sister crying. She rubbed the young girl's back soothingly. 'She's way too young to be dealing with any of this shit.' Ra'mora thought

"Aww, Tuk." Neytiri cooed and pulled Tuk in to her.

Jake looked at his youngest child with pity as he felt a sort of guilt wash over him as he watched his youngest child cry about wanting to go home. He sighed, "Tuk, this is our home now." He said softly and grabbed his daughter's hand to comfort her. "And we are going to get through this if we have each other's backs, right?" Jake glanced around at his children.

"What does your father always say?" Neytiri asked, in attempt to lighten the mood and cheer up her children.

"Sully's stick together." The five children mumbled without putting much emotion into their words.

"That's right. Sully's stick together. This time with some feeling." Jake encouraged them, and his children repeated the phrase in nothing more but a slightly higher volume. It still lacked the emotion he was encouraging. Jake let out a sigh, knowing that was the best it was gonna get.

After that it had been silent for a few minutes until Tsireya asked if she could come in. "I hope I wasn't interrupting, but dinner will be ready soon, and we would love it if you all would join us." The Metkayina girl said warmly as she looked around the group of Omatikaya people.