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True Soul, by Suryallee
Disclaimer;
I do not, in any way or form, own any of the characters, storyline or anything else of the film Avatar! I also did not write this fanfiction to make any kind of profit from it. I merely wrote this for my amusement and for my readers.
Warning of silliness and fluff ^^
Notes; Does anyone know what Awkey means translated? I tried to find out but gave up. I found a name for the Ikran Olo'eyktan, it is Payìva, or water drop in our tongue^^ Found that in an Na'vi Dictionary in an forum that one reader here suggested to me for reading, Thank you kindly for that, Complicated Cat !
Your Suryallee
*the italics stand for native Na'vi language*
Chapter Eight: The Dogs of war…
Payìva, leader of the Ikran Na'vi looked around in puzzlement.
Everywhere around the tall Na'vi female and her Ikran the Forrest went on up to the horizon. Where had her prey escaped to? Payìva hated it to hunt in the Forrest. To her all the trees made it harder to hunt. She was used to the sea and the landscapes surrounding the ocean of her home turf. Even her Ikran had troubles finding food in here! Not that there wasn't enough to hunt, not that. The blasted trees constantly thwarted her efforts to catch Yerik and other small game. Even the bigger animals had more fauna to escape into and that made hunting difficult for Payìva and her people.
How the Omaticaya could life like this was a miracle for her.
Under her and her Ikran, Payìva spotted Norm in the trees. The Dreamwalker seemingly was searching for something too in the greenery. She snorted: the male was amusing to watch. Currently, he stumbled around a bush to only fast retreat behind the same again when he spotted a big animal.
Now Payìva had to laugh.
These animals were completely harmless, always running before attacking. Seemingly, Normspellman as the Omaticaya called the cute male Dreamwalker didn't know this. A group of viperwolv's and their young caught the huntress eyes and before she had thought it through Payìva shot already an arrow at the last of the group. What caused the bigger animals to break out into a full stampede, Norm to fast jump up a bigger root of the surrounding trees and the Viperwolves to run away at full speed.
A few seconds later, the Na'vi leader did land near the still a little scared looking Norm on the root.
Payìva rode one of the biggest Ikran's in history. The green, red, and blue colored Ikran was a remarkable sight, more so from up close. Although, Norm could have lived happily without that experience! The teeth too looked rather intimidating up so close to a scared man like Norm was it right now! The female Ikran paid Norm no mind she simply purred at her rider when Payìva crooned at her mount and then watched her getting the Nantang.
For two seconds Norm simply stared then he shrugged and also got down.
He had gathered fruits, for the tribe when he had suddenly spotted the big herbivores behind the plants. Then all had suddenly become a little tricky down here and now the female Olo'eyktan of the Ikran clan turned out to be responsible for his troubles in the last minutes. Not that he did mind: she clearly was hunting and hunters were needed right at the moment. The tribe and the still recovering warriors needed meat to heal.
On his excurse, he had seen eggs that he took. Norm hoped they had not broken into pieces when he had flung his basked and spears away in his haste to get onto a root.
He just reached the items when a great growl froze him into place.
Everything from there went into slow motion.
Instinctually Norm grabbed his hunting spears that he favored over the bow, turning he could only watch the big Thanator fling Payìva through the air as if she weighed nothing at all while the big Ikran screeched over his head and jumped at the Thanator with his claws extended.
Norm saw Payìva hit the roots from before and fall down to then lay at feet of the roots completely still.
In the meanwhile, the Thanator had flung a paw at the Ikran that distracted the great beast bravely from his rider while Norm stopped to think and simply threw one of his hunting spears at the first opportunity he got at the biggest hunter in the jungle.
His strange luck was clearly on work in these seconds, because the spear hit the Thanator right into the side between the shoulder blades of his two left sided forelegs and were deeply stuck there what hindered the now incensed beast much in his movement. Norm had not even time to think or blink, he simply… reacted.
Throwing himself out of the way of the clearly mad Thanator, the man did land harshly on his left side before he rolled and jumped up again to break out into a full run over to the still out of all Payìva. In front of her Norm crouched down and threw his second spear with as much force as he could muster. His instructor's words still ringing through his mind.
To always, aim as best as he could, no matter the circumstances he was in, to always make sure to hurt a bigger hunter in a way that he could escape.
That it made no sense to fight a Thanator or other bigger hunters of the Forrest to kill it when being alone, that the others life has had to always, absolutely always had to come first! That the loss of a fellow hunter wasn't worth the risks and so on. Tsu'tey's voice was leading Norm in his handling of the situation at hand. Even not being here in person.
The second spear hit death centre into one of the breathing holes on the underside of the Thanator and so stopped the beast effectively from getting to them both for a little while.
Norm, he did not even watch the beast anymore, while keeping his ears on the howling beast, he fast scooped up Payìva's body and run into the foliage. He was currently driven from his primal needs to find a spot to hide both of them, safe and sound away until the beast gave up search. Behind him, the Thanator had gotten the second spear out and was after the two in a flash.
Payìva's Ikran used the situation at hand to attack the beast from above but could not stop it from following the two hunters.
Norm finally found a bunch of roots, thick enough to keep them both safe and deep enough to hide them from the claws of the big hunter after their tails. With a war cry, he drove head forward into the roots.
This bold move rescued Payìva's and his lives.
The wave of air hit him and made it perfectly clear to Norm that he had just barely escaped the swipe of one of the beast's dangerous claws by a hair's wide. Giving the roaring beast a short glance, he hurried to get deeper into the tangle of thick roots. His tail hurt slightly and a short look told Norm that the beast had ribbed out some of his hairs at the end with the last attack. It was slightly bleeding but otherwise intact.
Gulping air frantically into his lungs, Norm felt like fainting but instead he moved them deeper into the roots.
Outside the big beast tried to break the roots to get to his enemies, while Payìva's Ikran still interrupted the most of his efforts. Until now, the Ikran sported a lot cuts in his wings. Seeing this, Norm screamed in Na'vi at the banshee to fly and get help. After a few more tries, the brave Ikran finally gave an angry screech and did as told.
Payìva seemed not overly hurt to Norm, who still had his hands full to avoid the Thanator's tries to get to them or the two out of the roots again. Her head sported a big bump but otherwise she slowly looked like she was coming to. The beast still gave not up. Norm had incensed the great hunter immensely, with hurting him badly with his last spear. Between pain and anger, the Thanator was unstoppable set on killing them both now.
Norm realized that too and looked at the two reminding spears in his hands.
If he managed it to distract the Thanator for a moment… His mind flew a mile a minute in his scheming how to possibly hurt the beast so much that it would let it go and run into his hiding spot to heal. Closing his eyes he remembered what Jake and Trudy had told him once before about soldiers in war times on earth.
When in a fight, the only thing that counts is your survival. If you have to die, than take at least your enemy with you… to never give up.
Not thinking he threw the first of his spears right at the belly of the Thanator. Then he threw the second spear right after the first at his real target with the favorite war cry of Trudy and with all he had. The next events happened again in a kind of slow motion for Norm. The first spear had the Thanator crouch instinctually down to avoid another episode as before, while the beast roared at the man.
That was when the second spear hit the target Norm had originally had in mind to aim at, right into the centre. The short hunting spear nearly vanished halfway inside the left eye of the Thanator from the force Norm had used to throw it. Right under the eyes of the waking up Payìva who stunned watched the entire debacle from behind Norm, crouching protectively in front of her.
With an earsplitting, howl the beast began to roll around itself on the floor. Screeching and yelping the beast tried to get the offending spear out of his eye with no success.
Norm still did not think, he simply saw red in the moment. Jumping over to his first spear, Norm took it and with one fluid move, he used the momentum of his jump to turn in the midair to drive the spear deeply with another yell of "Geronimo!" into the air hole on the left side of the distracted Thanator.
The spear vanished inside right up to the hilt.
One of the paws threw him away from the dying giant in a last attempt to get rid of Norm. The paw and claws caught Norm at his right thigh and ribbed deep lines into the skin there, right down to the bones. The force of the last swipe at Norm threw the man right over the entire clearing. He landed in a heap on a patch of moss on the opposite side of Payìva and was out cold before he hit the ground.
The Olo'eyktan of the Ikran clan crawled as swiftly as she could around the still dying beast and over to Norm.
Cradling Norm's head in her lap Payìva checked on the comatose male before her wide eyes took in the last moves of the dying beast in front of both of them. Blood was everywhere. It spurted in rivers out of the chest and head wound until the fountain grew less intense until it did die out into a trickle with the last sporadic twitches of the Thanator.
The greatest of Eywa's hunters beside her children the Na'vi, the biggest of her dangerous beasts next to the Toruk in the sky, the Thanator: was no more.
It was like this, the dead beast on one side of the clearing and Payìva with Norm in her lap staring wide-eyed at the dead Thanator that Tsu'tey, Jake, Neytiri and Awkey and their hunters found them a short while later. Awkey crouched carefully down next to the shell-shocked Ikran leader, well knowing what a stun an enraged Thanator could enforce in his hunted victim.
Looking up with big eyes Payìva addressed Awkey.
"He… he protected me… he protected and killed the Thanator for me, Awkey!" She pointed at the still groggy and half-unconscious Norm in her lap with a helpless flutter of hands. "The beast was after ME! Not him. It wanted my kill and me and not him… it, hit me unconscious. He must have distracted it with my Ikran together and wounded it to get away." She looked down at Norm with clear awe in her eyes, and she wasn't the only one in the clearing that did that currently.
Tsu'tey whistled.
From what he could tell, he had underestimated the male Dreamwalker a Big deal! The man clearly had taken his teachings with the spears to heart. Norm must have put up a hellish fight with the beast. Looking at the wreckage of the trail of the beast, he could easily imagine the mad chase through the foliage and how it had ended. The signs spoke volumes. Looking down at Norm Tsu'tey realized slowly that Norm maybe was a dork as his people called it but he was a damned brave dork!
One, with clear skills with his spears instead of the usual bow and arrows that Tsu'tey's clan normally favored to use.
Kneeling he and Awkey began to patch both injured hunters up meanwhile the rest cut down the Thanator into pieces, which could be transported easier on the Ikran's. The wounds itself on Norm and Payìva weren't so bad; it was more their shocks that was to consider here. And no one blamed Payìva or Norm for being in a stun after such an ordeal.
It was nearly impossible to take down a Thanator in full fight mode all by yourself; Tsu'tey knew this all too well. Having hunted one down once with Eytukan and other hunters in the past… and yet, Norm had managed the not doable with only one quartet of hunting spears.
Tsu'tey decided that it was high time for the man to get his own Ikran. He deserved one!
Trudy was the first person that Norm saw when coming out of the link.
She and Max a second later frantically checked on him. His fight had been reported a moment before from Jake. The ex-marine had sounded worried and fearful. Max immediately cut the link from Norm to his Avatar in his shock. The avatar would be brought in a few minutes. Until then, Max made every check on Norm that he could to ensure that Norm was ok. After that, he did run off to the avatar station to check on the avatar.
Sitting down, Trudy gave her friend a lopsided smile that was faintly echoed from Norm on the bedding.
"You know, you were extremely lucky, yes?"
Norm nodded. That much was clear as the day. She nodded and simply sat with Norm for a long while in shared silence.
Outside the station, Payìva watched the humans swarm around the avatar. Mentally she knew Norm was safe inside of this strange building. Inside his human body. Still, she was worried about the male Dreamwalker who had rescued her live this day. The teeth of the Thanator were his to wear with pride. Not only had Norm rescued her live with throwing his in the line, he too had killed the beast.
No one in the clans would keep the honor from him to wear them now.
She agreed with Tsu'tey here: it was about time that the Dreamwalker got his own Ikran. He had proven that he was a hunter and warrior in his own way. Her golden eyes watched max and the other Tocktor's move the still body of Norm inside the link station and over to the medical to work on his wounds.
One of them, a female in human body came slowly up to Payìva and offered to clean the wounds for her with a shy smile.
The huntress huffed and let her do her work. Payìva had seen how effective their medicine was. The stuff the woman used to call disinfect hurt as a bitch but Payìva refused to show the pain… much. Through the windows on her left, Payìva saw the human form of Trudy care for a male. She identified him quickly as Norm in human form and a sigh of relive left her lips. Up until now, she had feared that Norm had been wounded when the link was suddenly cut and his avatar had fallen still.
Jake had cursed at Max into the micro in his new shock, seeing this.
The picture of Trudy and Norm together gave her a pained feeling. She fast crushed it down, well knowing that the two were friends now and not more anymore. Jake had told that to Neytiri and Payìva had avidly listened into that conversation. As far as she knew, Norm was unbound and that suited Payìva fine. She found the Dreamwalker to cute for words before and now she began to admire him too.
He clearly was no hunter by choice.
Nevertheless, if needed, this male could turn into a dangerous warrior and protector. One that no one should underestimate from what she had seen today. Norm clearly loved knowledge what suited Payìva well: her clan had lost their singer in training in the war. Looking back shortly at Tsu'tey she saw that he watched her with a crocked head, a thoughtful look in his eyes. The Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya knew most likely, what she was thinking.
Coming over to her, Tsu'tey watched the two Dreamwalker inside the kink station for a moment in silence.
"I will not give him up to you without a fight, Payìva." She nodded. Payìva had suspected as much. Folding her arms in front of her, she too stood and watched the pair inside of the room. "And I will not let go on the chance to get him without one, Tsu'tey." This time he nodded. Both fell silent, having made their moves and together they resumed to watch the two humans inside.
Awkey shook his head at the two Olo'eyktan.
He was a bit older as the two younger leaders and had seen more in his live. Awkey was still a big deal younger as Eytukan had been but he was old enough to be counted under the older ones under the clan leaders. He was in the prime of his life, so to speak. Until now, his main focus had been his clan and their welfare.
Now he found himself back in a unique situation.
Tsu'tey had something that he wanted. Badly wanted and the hotheaded Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya would not give it up without a fight. Awkey would have to trick the other Olo'eyktan to get what he wanted what suited him fine too. That much was sure. He could understand Tsu'tey fully, Awkey would do right the same in Tsu'tey's situation, having lost near the half of his clan and needing to replace the badly needed hunters and gatherers. Walking a little away from the two other leaders, Awkey walked over to the windows that showed the medical wing of the buildings.
Inside the rooms, he watched Max stitch one of the wounds of the avatar of Norm together.
They would scar, he was sure and leave a fine mark on the male Dreamwalker. Norm would most likely be one of the most wanted trophies in the upcoming games. This all just added to his potential worth as a future singer. Awkey grinned. Payìva would fight like a Palulukan to get him for her clan and more so, for herself. If she won, Awkey was sure, the leader of the Ikran tribe would not let him go again.
More likely Norm would end up mated to her in under a year… not that Awkey was bothered by that, but Tsu'tey would, he was in no doubt.
Chuckling softly he wandered off and around the compound until he reached the areal were the hangar's of the battle machines of the RDA had once been situated. He had snooped around here before, now he searched not for knowledge but for something else here.
"Olo'eyktan! I see you, Awkey of the Pa'li clan." Christine bowed slightly in her human form, one hand over her heart. He did the same. "And I see you, Chrios'dane, how were your day, teacher of the children? Ours was a little too exciting for my taste." He grinned at the now so tiny looking female Dreamwalker who grinned back clearly amused. "And I should believe that?" Christine shook her head with laughter when the giant gave her a toothy grin as response.
Since reopening the school of Grace Augustine, Christine had him often as a guest there.
As well as a lot of the other Na'vi leaders and warriors. All were curios of what she did there together with Arnd all the time. Awkey had come there lots more often than the others and asked fascinated questions all the time. His dry sense of humor made her laugh often. Once he had asked her why Arnd called her Chriosdane instead of Christine. Laughing she had explained to him that her grandmother had always called her that on earth and that Arnd and she had grown up together.
From what she knew, it was Gaelic or Celtic origin in language of her people on earth and meant mostly the same as her name and he often called her so too thus.
Awkey, being the one he was and likening the sound of it had simply adopted the new name of her and called her the same ever since or the shortened version, Chrios. Turning the young woman went back to pack items for tomorrows school day hours. He watched her with a smile do so. Her human form was much different from her Na'vi body. Not as much as that she was not recognizable, but still much different enough and that not only in high.
Mostly he missed the queue.
He still could not understand how someone, anyone could live without the connection to Eywa. Even the animals here had one. Humans, being from another planet had none. For Awkey it was too mystifying a difference to get it into his skull. Shaking it off, he sat down on a box and watched Christine simply until she was finished.
He knew she would go into the link station afterwards and then put the bags and boxes into one of the machines to bring it later via pilot to the school. Awkey counted on that. He planned to accompany her back there in order to talk more with her. 'After all', he thought grinning a little feral while watching her go over to the building doors, 'what Tsu'tey did not know, could not alert him'.
Rising and taking with him the bags and cargo, he whistled a merry tune while wandering over to the avatar house.
As long as Tsu'tey was busy with Payìva, Awkey was safe from to early detection what aided his plans immensely. Another grin shortly played over his features: Awkey could be patient if needed. Immeasurably so, if he set his will to it, like he currently did it. He had not become Olo'eyktan of his clan for nothing. Awkey wasn't considered as the most handsome of his kind; actually, he was rather harsh to look at in the eyes of his people.
Not in the meaning of looking ugly but in the sense of having hard angles and sharp features.
He even accentuated that looks with a small needle that was trust through the flesh of his nose. He made an intimidating picture and Awkey knew this. Taller when the most, even Tsu'tey who was already very tall, he was broader in his shoulders and more muscular as the most. Scars run all over his body that spoke of many won fights and gifted with the practice of those many fights, he was feared from his opponents in battle for a very good reason.
To that brute strength, one had to count the shrewd and fast working mind of him all the time.
Awkey was renowned for his intellect under the leaders and Tsu'tey had a hard time in the last games to overcome him in the fight for the Ceremonial Bow he wore currently with rightful pride. Awkey had not too grudgingly given the young leader the respect that Tsu'tey deserved in the end. He had bested him in a fair duel and that with a clever move that Awkey admired until today.
Spitting out he shortly thought of the other leader that had challenged Tsu'tey earlier.
That one always left him with a bad taste in the mouth when Awkey thought of the honor-less dog. What a fool that one had been. All muscle without a brain to use them correctly. Shaking it off he waited for the female Dreamwalker to awake and get ready. Sure, Awkey was a good catch, so to speak, not only for his status but also for his prowess in hunt and battle, but also he had no illusions about his looks.
All the more, he enjoyed the company of Christine who was considered to be more than gorgeous looking under the Na'vi.
Besides, the female had a character to match the looks. He could tell and had fast set his eyes on her as many of the others too. Said rivals had fast recoiled when getting aware that he had an interest in Christine. The most at least had shrunk back; some still dared to try their luck, under them was one of the best hunters of the Omaticaya, Sirjai. Plus, that hunter was persistent! Sirjai could actually put up enough fight to be a competition to Awkey, bodily and in the brains department.
'But not right now', he thought beaming charmingly up at the friendly female who greeted his form outside with a soft smile that could melt an iceberg. 'Currently he was alone with her here', Awkey laughed inwardly wickedly to himself. Seeing him swinging back and forth on the balls of his feet like a little boy, with a grin to match, Christine could not help it, she had to smile seeing Awkey like this.
The giant leader was charming in his own way when he wanted it. That she had found out fast, that and that he seemingly had a crush on her. However, she did not mind him Christine actually liked Awkey. He was witty, had a sharp sense of good-natured humor and was more a down to earth type as the most other males she had met in her life. Most of all she liked how careful he was with the children. His patience with them and his smart way to explain them things was stunning to watch. The most had not that much tolerance and Christine did know that very well.
Idly she wondered about it of how many had underestimated him in the past.
His intellect was fast and his knowledge and the skill to use the same was almost terrifying to watch when he deigned to use it on a victim. Sirjai one of the Omaticaya, had more often than not come out of a banter bout between them two as the sore loser. And he wasn't the most stupid of persons either. Rather the opposite was a fact.
Just, younger, she had realized and less experienced with this sort of battles as Awkey.
Watching Awkey walk proudly over to his Ikran, Christine silently admired the strong body of the Olo'eyktan before she closed her seatbelt. With such a man, pardon male one would never have to worry for having him do something rash or stupid. He would take a good care of what he considered his and surprisingly the domineering side of Awkey that shone through wasn't scaring her as much as it should have.
He had his good sides as he had his bad ones too, just like everyone else in the universe.
In the meanwhile, Trudy had left Norm after bringing him to his room.
Laying down into the capsule and closing the lid of the link bed, she wondered casually of how fast she had gotten used to this. Shaking it off, she felt her mind drift. In the house, her avatar opened her eyes. Groaning she found out that she still wasn't used to waking in this fashion. At least one thing was still strange.
Sam was today playing ferry to Christine and Arnd.
She watched the Samson start and soon after Awkey's Ikran flew up behind it. Grinning Trudy rubbed her eyes. She had seen the interest the leader of the Pa'li clan held in Christine and had a good laugh about it with Arnd who watched the strange courting of them from out of a safe distance all the time at the school, to tell Trudy the news at the evening meal.
Christine, when asked about Awkey, just smiled one of her soft smiles and went on her merry way. What had Trudy more than once double over in laughter.
She had seen Tsu'tey outside and decided to ask him some uncomfortable questions about the games. Not time as the present, Trudy thought and went on her way. On the way over to were the hunters still sat together and talked, many a stare followed her on her way. Not for the first time she noted that, Trudy ignored them all as usual since a few days. Outwardly nothing showed, inward was another matter that Trudy did not tell anyone about. Whistling she noted that Tsu'tey had wandered off to the hangar's to watch the Samson fly away with Awkey in tow. She grinned at his scowl.
Stopping next to him, Trudy too looked at the vanishing machine and rider.
"Some things happen, no matter what others want or not." She told him cryptically after a moment. Tsu'tey nodded cut short. He understood perfectly what Trudy was meaning with that comment. "Maybe, but that doesn't mean that the others have to accept that without to put up a fight." He told her in the same way. She just grinned at him. "That does not change a thing and you know it, Tsu'tey" Sitting she ignored his glare at her. "You can fight Awkey, and given you have even a good chance to best him but in the end it means nothing, only wasted air and effort, since Christine is the one who has the last word in this. Not all can be won with brute force and you know that too, don't you?"
Growling at her, he balled his fists. "Oh? And what gave you that wisdom?" Trudy met his glare with a calm look. "Your fight about your bow and the fool who tried to do exactly that…" Tsu'tey visible deflated at her words. He knew Trudy was right with that observation as much as it irked him, most likely it would end exactly that way.
Cussing he kicked an empty box over the expanse of the hangar both were in.
Seeing his mood, Trudy wisely closed the door behind her to hide his small temper tantrum from the others outside. If he noted it wasn't clear, but Tsu'tey kept on with kicking the box over the place until he seemingly calmed down enough. Suddenly he turned with a huff and walked over to Trudy who still sat on her box to sit down next to her avatar.
"Tsu'tey? He gave her a grunt to show that he had heard her; all the while, he stared at a point between his feet. Why exactly do we fight all the time?" That had him sputter for a moment. Looking up he gave Trudy's avatar a longer look before he went his eyes back to the ground beneath his feet.
"I do not know that either, to be honest." He told her almost too silent to be heard. Sighting he shrugged before he went on. "Maybe we both are to strong-willed?" His not expected insight was now stunning Trudy into silence. "That and that we both are hotheads, to note Mo'at's observations that she has told me a few days ago." She told Tsu'tey after a moment. Trudy and Tsu'tey chuckled both at that. "Could have it right, I suppose… for all I know you and I have quite a temper." He told her with a lopsided grin that Trudy could not help to echo.
"Well don't blame that only on me, oh Olo'eyktan! Who of us has begun with this childish behavior?" Trudy gave him a stern look whilst crossing her arms over her ample breasts. That was one thing that her avatar had too much build out for her taste, too big breasts. The Na'vi females had normally not the half of her bosom, what irritated her immensely. Actually, it wasn't much more as she had in her human form, still a great deal more as the Na'vi had normally.
It had an odd effect on the males of both species around her. Tsu'tey had even stared at them unabashedly when he saw her walk around for the first time by accident. The resounding slap at his rather impolitely voiced observation that she would have no trouble to feed an army of children with that equipment later, had rung loudly through the entire compound and made all other humans and Na'vi wisely avoid the fuming Trudy for the rest of the day. Tsu'tey had a perfectly outlined handprint of her on his right side of the face for days, so much force had Trudy put into the slap. She had not spoken to him for almost the rest of the entire week. In fact, she had gotten her new bow every time she saw him and even nearly strike him with one of her arrows once or twice.
Until Mo'at found out and brought him to apologize for his rude comment. What he only did under protest.
Since then and the resulting shouting match between Trudy and Tsu'tey, the two had a strange peace agreement between them. He tried to watch his mouth and she tried not to kill him when he lost it again. Over the last days, that had ended up in some strange situations that seemed to happen between them all the time when no one was looking.
For example, the box kicking of Tsu'tey just a moment earlier.
Every time the Olo'eyktan got mad at someone or something Trudy found herself back having to calm him down in one of the Hangar's of the compound. At Trudy's question of, why he did not go to Mo'at, Tsu'tey had shrugged and countered that she had enough already on her plate. Besides, here was no one Trudy suspected, that could watch him working off his anger and frustration.
Well, no one besides her, and Trudy wasn't a title-tattle.
No matter how infuriating Tsu'tey could be. Right now, he gave her one of his stares that Trudy stubbornly refused to let it make her cover in fear. With a final roll of his eyes, the Na'vi looked away first. She had him there Tsu'tey knew that. It didn't mean that he had to like it, far from that.
Honestly told, Tsu'tey began to think that Trudy was much like his Tsahik in her way to stare him down and make him see reason.
Her advice was sound and often helping to calm the situations before they got out of hand. Looking at Trudy once more, he found that she would have made a fine Tsahik if she had grown up here and not on earth. "How does it come that you sound like a Tsahik so often?" He demanded to know.
Trudy's wide eyes and arched brows told him that he had surprised her.
She took a while with her answer, but for once Tsu'tey was not impatient to get one. His outburst had surprised him too. Finally sighting and uncrossing her arms to rest her hands on her knees she looked up at the ceiling. "I… think that has to do with my Grandfather." She told him suddenly out of the blue, in a thoughtful voice. "Have you ever heard the term Shaman or medicine-man before?" At his headshake, she nodded and looked back up at the ceiling. "On earth, the spiritual leaders and healers of my people, the Native Americans where called thus. The white men, the intruders gave them the name Medicine-men. Essentially, they were a mix of a healer and a shaman or what you would call, a Tsahik, in a way to speak. Much like Mo'at, here, they gave guidance to those who needed it, spoke with our ancestors and the good and the evil spirits of their world.
But it wasn't the only thing they did. They had also to take care of the injured or sick. Had to lead the celebrations and such. Just like Mo'at does it for your clan. They were the link to the nature, to mother earth for us."
She gave the avidly listening Tsu'tey a wry smile that bordered on sad. One of those that make the onlooker wants to cry.
"My Grandfather was one of the last one left in the world that had been fully taught. He mostly need not even to look at someone to know what ailed him or her. How he did it, I have no clue, he just did. Many came to him into the reservation for help. He was renowned for his perception and knowledge of the old ways.
Also, he was already very, very old when I was born.
My father had not been his only child, rather his youngest. The other two had died before I was even born, so old was he, Tsu'tey. Nearly seventy-six when he had to take on me after my parents dead and I was just seven at that time! Still, he took me in, even searched after me in the desert when I was missing and taught me a lot. His wife was not much younger but my Grandmother never tired in helping me cope… how they did it, I never found out."
Here a finger gently wishing the tear away that was running down her face interrupted Trudy for a startled moment. She had not realized that she had begun to cry. Tsu'tey's eyes held a rare tender look. One that made Trudy wishes he would look like that more often. Heaving a sigh, she rubbed her face and went on.
"He… he was endlessly patient with me. Never raising his voice and neither did she. Always he found a way to explain the un-explainable to me in simple words. Over the few years I had with them, they gave me a stable home, a loving home and taught me much of the old ways. I learned to work leathers like my grandmother did and her forbearers had done in the fare past as well as the old chants of my Grandfather. He taught me all his knowledge in herbs and medicine lore and she, how to survive in the wilds.
Maybe, just maybe that is why I sound to you like one of your Tsahik.
I honestly didn't know that I did. Jake already told me that I often have strange insights, as he called it. I rather think it is more that I learned to read people better as usually one does. From my Grandfather. He often told me to simply listen to my heart and the world around me if I do not know how to react or what to do, that the instinct of us knows it far better as our rational mind what we should do.
I guess, he succeeded more in teaching me this all as he thought!" She gave a short laugh, a bitter one that made Tsu'tey give her an inquisitive look.
"What do you mean?"
Trudy smiled wistfully whilst staring at the ground.
"Before he died, he told me shortly that he known for a long time that he was the last of his line of shamans. That on earth, never one would follow him in his footsteps, because our world is dead to her children now."
She looked at Tsu'tey with sad but clear eyes.
"Back then, I did not want to believe him. He even went so far to send me to the Marines to become a fighter. For a long time I was rather cross with him for that but I accepted his decision… now I wonder sometimes, Tsu'tey."
He gave her a mystified look. "What do you mean now with that statement, Trudy?"
What I mean is that I understand him now much better, Tsu'tey! Call me stupid, mad or insane if you want, but I honestly believe that he must have known it somehow that I would end up one day here on Pandora!"
End of chapter.
Hope you liked this one^^ it is actually a part of one bigger one that I had to split in two.
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