Following Toruk Makto's sorrowful disappearance, leadership of the Omatikaya clan was surrendered into the hands of Jake Sully's most trustworthy and loyal warrior, Tarsem Te Tskäo Reyìk'itan.
After the wretched passing of his mate, Tarsem's daughte...
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༺ Sa'kayia ༻
The wet droplets which lingered upon my skin traced along the wind's force, leaving behind transparent traces as they dispersed into existence, along with the spiritual force within them. A cooling sensation penetrated through my system, as my skin was left dry within the grasp of the mellow breeze flowing through me.
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My mother's words remained echoing through my thoughts, instigating the question of their meaning, even though deep down within my soul that same meaning was nothing more than the familiar feeling which taunted my darkest memories.
On my journey back towards High Camp I had decided on an extended route, allowing myself to indulge the freedom and beauty radiating from my surroundings as I savoured the warm company of my dear Ikran.
Khìyan and I had been deeply passionate about flying together, being engulfed by such a profound comfort when gliding through the soft wind as we painted our trace along the sky which towered above us. I found flying as my escape, wether it would be from the chaos of war intoxicating my life or the realism of my own haunting thoughts.
