LoveBambooPanda
We sing the songcords to remember. Each bead, a story in our life. A bead for the birth of our son. A bead when we adopted our daughter, Kiri. Born of Grace's avatar. A daughter whose conception was a total mystery...Before I knew it, we had four.
When we sent the Sky People back to Earth, a few of 'em stayed. Science guys, loyal to the Na'vi. And then there was Spider. He was just stuck here. Too young for a cryo-capsule. Orphaned by the war, he was raised by the lab guys. He wasn't part of our family. He was like a stray cat. Just always around. Inseparable from our kids. To Neytiri, he would always be alien. One of them.
But then there was another. A small child. From birth, she lived in an amnio tank. Too small to survive on her own. At five, her heart gave out. The lab guys couldn't save her. So I took her to the spirit tree. I prayed to Eywa. Begged her to listen. And she did. She lived. But she wasn't fully human. Not fully Na'vi. Something in between.
She kept her distance. Never ran with the others. Never fought for space. Always watching. Always listening. Like she was part of something else. Something older. Same blood as Spider. Same moment of birth. But where he ran wild with our kids, she moved like a shadow. He fought to belong. She never asked. Where he reached outward, she turned inward. Even Neytiri saw it. She did not trust the Sky People. Never would. Spider carried their shadow. Their smell. Their blood. But the girl... She was different. Neytiri did not turn away from her. Did not bare her teeth. She watched her. Studied her. And, in time... accepted her. Not as one of them. But not as one of the Sky People either.
The Tsahìk was the first to name what she was. She watched her. Listened to her silence. And she gave her a name. Tìlìra. A name carried on the breath of Eywa. A name for a child born between two worlds.
Neteyam x OC