the passions of his soul; neteyam sully

003; the clan's karyu

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The girl was born to teach.

She was born to heal, to understand, to spread her life through the clan.

Y/n believed Eywa had one purpose only for Y/n; to love.

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"Come, come children!" Her voice rose above theirs, as she made the gesture of a circle with her hands

Their voices quieted, excited whispers as they tumbled over each other, running and racing and laughing as they tried their best to get front row seats to hear whatever tale their beloved teacher had for them tonight.

They sat on the grass, huddled close together with smiles so big it made Y/n's own heart swoon

To hurt the heart of a child, any child, felt like a physical wound to her

Their innocence, their purity- was a beautiful thing. A thing Eywa had given her the privilege of being able to see

How she yearned to help them grow, watch them turn into warriors, into healers- watch them fill the role they were born for, just as she did

As they quieted down, they looked towards her with round eyes filled with wonder and waited patiently for her to begin.

"Tell me children, who among you know the story of Toruk Makto?" Her voice rang out, clear as day as they all rose their hands upward excitedly, their laughter a rising wave

"Many of you, I see..." She started, but trailed off as she recognized Toruk Makto's youngest daughter, Tuktirey, staring at Y/n with something she hadn't seen before

The girls gaze did not fail to make her heart skip. Yes, children looked at her with admiration, appreciation, giddiness even- But this girl, her gaze held nothing but absolute love.

Y/n's own eyes softened, as she sent the girl a small secretive grin. She jumped a bit, surprised she had been noticed, but did not fail to send a grin ten times as big back

Y/n laughed as the girls small fangs peaked through her smile, turning back towards the other awaiting children as her voice rose once again

"The story of our hero, who lives among this very clan. And the one's before him too," She spoke, her voice projecting to every child's awaiting ears

She continued her tale, the children occasionally bursting out in laughter at her entertaining tale telling, some brought to tears as she recited their beautiful history in such a voice that had the children closing their eyes and envisioning every word

Every now and then, her eyes would trail back to Tuktirey, only because she couldn't help it. The way she had looked at her was the way Y/n dreamed to make a child feel. Safe. Happy.

As she concluded her story, the children would always be quiet. In deep thought, thinking solely on the story they had just been told.

Today was a little different however, Tuktirey's hand found Y/n's as she stared up at her 

"Y/n! You were talking about my dad! Did you know this? My dad is Toruk Makto!" She said, hands clapping excitedly

"Yes Tuktirey, one of the greatest warriors! And you're just like him, aren't you?" She responded, bending down to the young girls height with a smile

"I want to be, Y/n" She replied dreamily, her hands squeezing Y/n's before she turned to her once again

"And my mama too, she is the best! She makes the best food and is the best with her bow. Did you know it was my grandfather's?"