|"You will not attract a mate with a face like that." |

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Lilo scowled from her spot beside Eïma, a fellow warrior who had become a sort of 'best friend' despite her views on males. "You will not attract a mate with a face like that." The female scoffed but made no move to drop the distaste from her face. "I don't need a mate." Eïma could never tell when she was joking for her voice always remained passive. "You say that but I am sure your mind will change." Another scoff. "Having a mate is as useless as a dull knife. What good is it when it cannot serve a purpose?" Her eyes briefly flickered to her companion who frowned. "Are you saying that having a mate has no purpose? Who gives life to the new generation? Not just one produces children, Lilo. Do you seek spending a life alone with no other to see you home or comfort you?" Eïma knew of her past and why she held these views but she cannot blame the male population for her parents death.

Many years prior to the day, a large hunting party had gathered and left for the western side of the eastern shores in search of a prized meal to celebrate the birth of the Tsahìk's niece. It was joyous news and deserved a feast in its wake. Lilo, who stood about knee level to her mother waited hours upon hours for her parents return. But they never did. As the hunting group neared, the faces of utter sorrow moved among the masses as did several giant leaves belonging to the trees on the border of the shore lands and forest which were used to transport heavier loads. Lilo would never forget the day those large leaves passed by her muddled form, five in total laid some of her fellow clan mates but the last two.. held her parents.

The worst feeling is the dawning reality that the person you love the most was gone and never to come back. They would never tell you of their day, laugh at something you've done, ask of what you created, wipe the tears you shed and watch you grow with loving encouragement. And Lilo had to face that reality quick because when she went to sleep that night, she slept in the hammock made for several bodies- alone. As she grew older did the truth of her parents death become known. A group of rogue males whose clan (former or current) were unknown had opened an unexpected attack against the party, something quite unheard of and ultimately surprising for the na'vi were peaceful no matter what clan they originated from. From then on the female warrior held resentment towards her male counterpart even if they were innocent and far from the 'savages' that took away the ones she loved the most.

"I need no one to comfort me but me. Especially no male." The woman turned to hiss at Eïma who raised his hands in surrender. "I did not mean to upset you." Lilo huffed before reverting her attention to glaring open daggers at her cousin, Zuril. The cocky man was giving a gusto of a story to several of the female weavers who laughed coyly behind their hands. "He dares to spend time in the presence of unmated females while he is promised to someone- pathetic." Eïma peered from around the woman's hunched shoulders to see indeed, the flock that has been herded by the male. Turning away, the warrior offered a piece of 'eulong, an ocean variation of the river teylu to his tense companion. "One more moon cycle and we will be leaving for the Omaticaya." Lilo took the offered meat with a frown. Though she appeared to be none to happy on the outside but on the inside she was ready to bring the end to Zuril and Olivia's courtship.

Unless, someone else ends it before she does.

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Olivia had been openly avoiding the warrior ever since her embarrassing moment of weakness in which she threw herself at the male in the throes of her guilt. It was unlike her and she found every second of the day being spent looking over her shoulder in case the certain na'vi popped up. And the irony of it was when she wanted to find him he was near impossible to discover but now when she sought to be anywhere but in his presence- he was everywhere!

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