His Hands. || 𝘼𝙤'𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙜

seven

Italics = thoughts or flashbacks
Bold = Metkayina sign language

Eventually the rest of my siblings learned how to ride their ilu. Tsireya told us we we're free to go now, since our first lesson has been completed.

She informed us that she'll come by at the same time tomorrow and will work on our breathing. We will be taught how to breathe underwater.

Although I was the best at swimming out of all my siblings, I needed to learn how to breathe underwater. Well, it's not really breathing underwater but it sounds cooler to say that.

I was actually really excited for our lessons tomorrow.

It was currently just a few hours until eclipse, and I sat on the edge of the firm bouncy trail right outside of our pod.

I swayed my feet around underneath me as I just thought for a second. It was so much different from here compared to the forest.

'I miss grandma so much, I could really use some of her special herbs right now...'

Me and my grandmother have always been close. I was so interested with learning how to heal and I often asked her so many questions about it.

I never got the chance to actually take a lesson with her and try it out though, I was too busy with warrior training.

Part of me wishes I hadn't listen to father about training to be a warrior, and that I should've followed with what I wanted and become a healer.

I enjoy being a warrior, for sure. I've earned respect from others from being a great warrior, but that didn't just come to me so easily.

I've spent so many nights putting in extra hours worth of training. So many days without sleep. At one point I had fainted during training because I was just so tired.

The worst part? Dad scolding me about how I shouldn't have done that and that it was my fault, to which he wasn't wrong about. But he was literally the one who constantly scolded me for my supposed lack of effort in training. I was forced to take a few days off of training due to me collapsing.

It's not like I had intended to fucking faint in the middle of a sparring match. Maybe if he wasn't so hard on me about training in the first place then I wouldn't have-

"Ra'mora!"

"Huh," I turned to the direction that voice came from, "When the fuck did you-"

"I've been calling your name for fucking ever!" Lo'ak exclaims.

"Sorry, did you need something?"

"No," he takes a seat beside me, "Well actually, yeah."

I nod my head slightly, "What do you need?"

"I need advice-"

"About?"

"If you didn't cut me off I would've already said it."

"It's about Tsireya isn't it?"

"Fuck, is it that obvious?"

I giggled at how genuinely distraught he looked about this. Lo'ak has never actually had a crush before. Back at home, Lo'ak and Netetam had girls all over them practically drooling on them.

Neteyam hated every second of it, however Lo'ak loved all the attention he was getting from them.

"Oh it's very obvious. You like you've never seen a girl before every time you look at her."

"Oh shut up!"

We both laughed with each other.

"What exactly do you need advice on?"