Dreamwalker of the Eastern Sea

|"Since when did the Omaticaya let a traitor become Olo'eyktan?" |

English

Na'vi

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"Who are you and why were you sneaking around-"

"I wasn't sneaking around." The woman rubbed gently at the crown of her head with a vicious glare directed towards Peyral who stood near the entrance of Mo'at's alcove. Despite the former matriarch not knowing that her private sanctuary primarily used for teaching and relaying messages with Eywa had become a secret meeting room- no other alcove was deemed a good place for questioning. "Then why were you found on the borders of our-"

"Since when did the Omaticaya let a traitor become Olo'eyktan?" Venom couldn't compare to what laced those words, more potent than poison and twice as deadly than any stick or stone. Jake's ears lowered just a tad and it was quite obvious the woman's retort had hit a nerve still very fresh. But unlike the former marine- Tsu'tey kept his feelings on the back shelf. "What did you say? I should cut that demon tongue from your mouth-" Olivia managed to block the raging warriors path, her hands coming up to grasp him by his biceps. "Tsu'tey, calm." The man never wavered his stare from the woman but raised his arm in her direction. "She speaks as if she knows! A disgrace to Eywa to have her here."

"She is only trying to rile you up, do not give her what she wants." Olivia glanced over her shoulder to the rogue whom casted their gaze towards the alcoves floor. Tsu'tey's breathing fell in harsh intakes and exhales, his eyes boring into the woman directly in front of him. "Did you know of this? How many more of your kind will come upsetting our lives?"

"Now now, we didn't know anything about this. Just like you, we also want answers but right now is not the time. We have guests who have traveled far to see us and we cannot leave them to entertain themselves." Jake, broken out of his small setback spoke up with the voice of a plausible negotiator. "She cannot be left alone." Peyral who had been silent during the whole exchange stepped forward earning her a hiss in warning. The stranger refused to be handled the way she was especially by the gruff huntress. "I will not make trouble, have someone babysit me all you want but it cannot be HER."

"You have no say in who gets to-"

"I'll do it." Olivia knew all to well that if Peyral wasn't warranted her watchful eyes over the woman then no one would step forth. Tsu'tey, by his obvious reaction would most likely rip the woman's arm off and beat her to a pulp with it before tossing her remains into one of the fire pits. Jake rubbed his chin and with a wave of dismissal- settled that Olivia would be the babysitter. "Olivia will watch after her. In the morning, we will get our answers but for now let's just enjoy the welcoming ceremony."

Tsu'tey let out a small 'che' before storming out of the alcove followed by Peyral and Jake. Olivia turned to the woman and motioned for her to come along. "Come with me."

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The welcoming feast was a grand one and Olivia would beat herself up over not realizing what the Omaticaya had been doing all day in preparation for her own clan. Food assorted from teylu to banana fritters made from the ever so rare utu mauti. And of course what is a ceremonial gathering without celebratory drinks- taken from an unsavory looking tree a brown sap is diluted till it turns into a dull gold before being placed into gourds which are left to ferment in for 2 moon cycles until becoming a bitter drink- the na'vi equivalent of beer. Except it's taste was far more pungent and only those with the strongest of wills could remain sober after one cup. And by the sight that Olivia was first met with once she came down the bottom of the staircase- it seemed a lot of the na'vi had a low tolerance but that was far from bad. She compared them to the Irish or the Scottish- hardy and welcoming with a good few pint of ale laying in their bellies. It made for even better company.