Mune Olo'eyktan [Neteyam x Aonung]

Part 92

Jake carries Aonung as they all head to Ronal's den, where Tsireya, Lo'ak, and Rotxo still remain. As he sets Aonung down, he wakes, and Tsireya quickly goes to his side checking his condition. He's a little dazed but otherwise fine.

Tsireya- What happened?

Neteyam kneels next to Aonung, then looks at Tsireya with a slight shake of his head. She takes the hint and leaves the topic be for now. Lo'ak and Rotxo remain on the other side of the den, watching as the unfamiliar woman sits on the floor beside her son. Ronal goes into the back to lay Wari down, then returns with a basket of materials and sits in front of the new faces.

Ronal- Neteyam.

Reluctantly, he moves from Aonung's side, then kneels at hers, letting her clean the cut on his face.

Ronal- Dear friend . . .

She glances at the woman in front of her.

Ronal- This here is Neteyam, eldest son of our stand-in Olo'eyktan, Toruk Makto.

After Ronal rubs an ointment on his cheek, Neteyam slides off to the side.

Ronal- Over there is his other son, Lo'ak.

Both Sully boys offer a formal greeting, which the woman and her son return.

Cin'lan- It is nice to meet you.

She turns to Jake, giving him a formal greeting.

Cin'lan- And you, great war leader.

Jake returns her gesture, before turning his gaze to Ronal.

Ronal- This is Cin'lan. She is Tsahík of one the village, Paltu, but her roots lie with the subculture of an old people lost mostly with time; The Vireyans, great healers with extraordinary works.

Jake hums in response, though he's still confused about why this woman is here.

Ronal- I must apologize for the commotion you witnessed upon arriving.

Cin'lan- No need, we are no strangers to chaos. My son, Yune, handled what I believe was a traitor.

Ronal frowns and glances at her own son, who averts his tired gaze.

Ronal- That boy he killed . . . was the mate of my son, Aonung.

Cin'lan's eyes widen with a small gasp, then she looks to her son, Yune.

Cin'lan- Yune-

Yune- What is done, is done.

Cin'lan- You must apologize.

Yune- I won't.

Ronal scoffs at the disrespectful behavior, and the others aren't so fond of it either.

Ronal- Have you no discipline, young man?

Cin'lan- Wait. Do not scold him, Ronal.

The woman gives her an apologetic look, while her son's face remains as cold and serious as it was when she first met him.

Cin'lan- Yune is very sensitive to soul orbs. There must be a reason he will not apologize for his actions.

Ronal hums in response, meanwhile the teens glance between each other in a bit of confusion. They've no idea what a soul orb is, but see it as no good excuse for refusing to apologize after killing someone's mate. Lo'ak makes a mental note to ask what happened within the commotion they only heard from afar.

Ronal- What is his reason then?