"They have chosen you. Eywa sees you, little human."
"Chosen? Like Harry Potter?"
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In which the daughter of General Ardmore is forced to choose between blood or bond when she falls for the...
CHAPTER FOUR "Know thy enemy and know yourself..."
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Nixmayhave overestimated the word 'soon' when she left Griffin inside that dusty green buggy to search for Neteyam. She, of course, knew that it wasn't going to be a walk in the park. However, she had been wandering the forest for almost two hours with no sign of any blue, eight-foot-tall na'vi.
"Aardwolf, come in."
She heard the walkie-talkie go off in her bag and quickly shuffled around for it. Static came from the other end before clicking the button, "Aardwolf? What does that mean?"
"It's your codename," Griffin responded enthusiastically. "We can't use our actual names on radio. People might be listening."
"That makes sense," Nix agreed. "So, what's your super-secret codename?"
"Serpent scale."
She giggled at that. "I think yours is cooler than mine."
"Yeah, but yours fits you." Griffin countered.
"How so?"
"Aardwolves are sort of timid, they prefer to avoid attention. But when threatened, they grow unusually loud and protective."
Nix didn't quite agree with that as she found herself neither loud nor protective. But she did enjoy the name as it reminded her of her last—Ardmore.
"They are also extinct back on Earth," she informed. A lot of common animals on the food chain didn't survive the terrible conditions on Earth. All except humans... the most undeserving. "But it'll do, I suppose. So, why'd you contact me?"
"Just checkin' in."
Suddenly, Nix's body grew involuntarily tense. A strange noise sounded from her left—shuffling or crunching, she couldn't quite tell.
"Okay, well, I'm all good here. I'll talk to you in a few." She whispered into the walkie-talkie before shutting it off.
She put the device back inside her bag and readjusted her air-mask before tracking the resounding noise. She took slow and calculated steps as to avoid drawing attention to herself.
She came up behind a purple, ten-foot octoshroom, using the massive fungi to hide her body. When the crunching ensued again, she leaned over slightly to peek at whatever was causing it.
