His Hands. || 𝘼𝙤'𝙣𝙪𝙣𝙜

twenty-six

Italics = thoughts or flashbacks
Bold = Metkayina sign language

Soon after Jake and Neytiri gave their blessings the celebration began. Music and performances were displayed so the Sully twins could be taken away discreetly to be given their readings. Once again, the oldest went first.

When Ronal was giving her reading she felt nothing, meaning that it was in fact Ra'mora who was the one with a destined mate. Neteyam wasn't upset at this at all, he was actually happy he didn't have a destined mate.

He gave Ra'mora a sly smile as he walked out the curtains that were draped at the entrance of Ronal and Tonowari's secluded area of the pod. She gave him a confused look in return, completely forgetting about the fact Ronal already felt something during their preparation.

She quickly shook the confusion off and walked in, pushing the curtains past. She was met with Ronal sat on the floor with her legs crossed over one another, a small table placed in front of her. Ra'mora gave her a small nervous smile as she sat across from Ronal in front of the miniature table.

On the table laid a few items. These items consisted of sage, a crystal rod, old looking cards, and candles that were lit. These cards were definitely a Metkayina thing, considering Ra'mora has never seen something like this before back at home. Ra'mora enjoyed the differences the two clans had and found it to be beautiful that they had the same traditions but portrayed them in their own ways.

"Lay your hands out please." Ronal instructs. Ra'mora listens as told and displays her hands out to Ronal, her palms facing up. The Tsahik takes one of her hands to inspect, tracing the wrinkle lines on her palm carefully while humming lowly. She takes the crystal rod, burning the tip of it to char. She wipes the black powder onto her finger tips and traces a specific pattern onto the same palm that she was inspecting earlier.

"Place your other hand on top of this one, your palms facing each other."