Awa'atlu was an island Y/n could never imagine leaving, for this island was her home.
She treasured the days she'd awake with the sun shining on her, the sounds of the waves crashing against the shore, the days her spirit sister would visit, and the nights she'd spend laying in the sand
Today was no different, her usual ritual of laying by the water before going back to her hammock to fall asleep and be exposed to the elements of Pandora seemed to be something she looked forward to at the end of everyday
Recently however, the Sully family had made an appearance on her beloved island, and her mind had been all over the place
The reason they were here was to get away from the war against the Sky People, but Y/n would always wonder if their war would follow them into her home
She'd think a lot about this, weighing how her clan is effected everyday with their presence. She see's how they struggle to adjust to their way of life- and she'd finally understood how they felt as she imagined being forced to leave her home and start a new life in a completely new world
She held sympathy and admiration for the family, how much effort and true dedication they put into becoming a part of life on the island
She laid on the sand a little longer, breathing in the familiar scent of the sea around her before she lifted herself up, walking back to the marui and falling asleep seconds after laying in her hammock. She dreamt of the deep blue shades of the ocean that night.
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After breakfast, Y/n began her morning. She collected various colorful fruits, eating them near the rocks as she drew in the sand, smiling at the sea shells she expertly drew
She didn't know when she found the stone, but she remembered the way it shined in the sunlight - how it practically called out her name
It was jagged and rough in her hand. Feeling the need to smooth it's edges, she moved to sit on the nearby rocks and pulled out her knife as she began carving
She didn't hear his footsteps, nor she did feel his shadow cast over her
But while she held the stone in her hand, she frowned as she noticed it no longer gleamed the way it did when the sun was shining on it
Realizing her sun had been blocked, she looked up
She wasn't met with the rays of the golden sun, but instead, the light of his golden eyes
He was looking at her with a friendly smile, his hands moved to settle himself on the rocks as he sat across her
"I am sorry to intrude, but I am curious to see how you carve your sea stones." He said.
His voice was smooth, soothing even, and he spoke slowly in a way to show he meant no harm
Y/n was surprised, her eyes finally able to take in his appearance up close
His braids fell around his face, framing it. And his eyes were the most beautiful shade of yellow, intense and alluring
She finally smiled, happy he had taken an interest in something she believed only she found interesting
She remembers the times when she was younger, how she would lay in her mother's lap while she told Y/n all sorts of different stories - each more fascinating then the last. She'd mindlessly be carving whatever she could find as a way to have her hands do something while she listened to her mother.
Whenever her mother would reach the climax of the stories, Y/n's hand would move faster as she carved nervously for the characters in her mothers story - or when a story didn't end the way she wanted to - she'd find herself practically stabbing the stones she'd been carving. She'd look at the stones years later, and remember each mark made portrayed exactly how she felt.
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the passions of his soul; neteyam sully
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