Dreamwalker of the Eastern Sea

|"Did you just summon the devil?" |

English

Na'vi

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Olivia wasn't expecting to be hauled out of her hammock at sunrise and dragged down the steps of home tree just to be deposited next to several others (who in contrast to her sleepy appearance were wide awake). "What's going on?" Jake, the source of her interrupted sleep merely patted his companion on the shoulders before addressing the entire unit (which consisted of about eight teachers and seven students, numbers seem off don't they? That's just part of the surprise). "Today marks the start of all seven of your journeys. You will train hard- whether it be riding the pa'li or hitting the direct center of the target in shooting practice. Everything you do- everything you accomplish will only lead you to victory. To Iknimaya!" Olivia jostled out of her light sleep at the sound of Jake's screeching that was followed by more screeching from the teachers and their victims.

"That was a pretty good speech there. How long did you practice it?" Jake smiled proudly at the compliment but he would never expose the truth that he practiced it several days- including at every meal, before he went to bed, when he woke up, while using the 'bathroom', and even whispering it during copulation with Neytiri (much to her displeasure). But Jake only placed a single finger to his mouth causing Olivia to roll her eyes. Much like the great nephew of Bilbo Baggins once said, "Alright then, keep your secrets." The former marine shook his head.

"So why exactly am I here? Not that being na'vi handled out of bed and then through home tree wasn't a blast- I would at least like to know the reason for all of that."

"You will be co-teaching."

"Why? Just remove either me or someone else, preferably me, and have them equal out. Seven teachers to seven students. I know you're a bit slow but c'mon it's basic math." Jake chose to ignore the insult as he turned towards the waiting students. The horde consisted of three na'vi and four dream walkers. Max, Norm and two others that Olivia doesn't really remember seeing before (both females) were first to be assigned teachers.

"Max- you will be assigned to Peyral." The scientist gulped. Peyral was one of the best female hunters in the Omaticaya which wasn't something to be unnerved about but the reasoning for Max's visible nervousness was the reputation she had. Strict, unruly and horrid. She had a title among many of the hunters and warriors: The Female Tsu'tey. But that was just talk- at least that's what he hoped. Max stepped towards his teacher who held no expression but a small twinkle in her eyes. She was tall, slender (even more than the average female na'vi), and wore her accomplishments proudly. Various claws and teeth ranging from thanator size to viperwolf decorated her neck and chest area. Around her waist was a long knife mostly made from a thick root of some sort of plant. Her hair was styled similar to Tsu'tey's, shaved sides and braided back following the shape of her head where they stopped mid-back. She had sharp features and if Max was honest she would make a damn good palulukan in her past life.

"I see you, teacher Peyral." Max brought his hand to his forward in greeting.

"We will see, Max." Peyral gave a toothy smile that Max reciprocated tightly.

"Norm- you are assigned to Velia." Norm felt his heart bounce up his esophagus then back down to his ass. The beauty that he could only stare at from afar was now standing before him with a gentle smile. She had the traditional long black hair with only one side of her head shaved. Unlike the traditional full head of braids, she wore her hair loosely in waves that fell down her back. And within her hair were several small braids that bore beads and feathers that resembled the hues of the pandorian night sky: purple and blue. Rather than the typical necklace coverings that were used to cover the breasts, she wore a white cloth that was similar to what human woman wore called a bandeau with a matching white loincloth. Around her hip hung a string or belt of small pale yellow flowers which tied together her look of youthful innocence which to many is questionable especially in that moment.