When a hybrid girl of the forest and ocean whos the leader of warriors from the Metkayina clan meets the next in line chief of the Omatikaya clan and whos the eldest son of Toruk Makto.
How will their story go when she has a hatred for Toruk Makto...
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~{ E X C E P T A N C E }~
3 days the two newly mated pair stayed in the cave, never leaving as they made love day and night.
"Can't believe you're all mine." Neteyam whispers, pressing a loving kiss to Tatia's stomach as he rested his head on her thighs. Tatia smiles, re-braiding his hair to how it was before.
"Would you want kids?" Neteyam questions randomly, fiddling with his song cord that hung from his loincloth. "Yeah... once I've figured everything out. I don't want my children growing up and turning out like I did."
Neteyam rubbed soft circles into her skin as she placed some beads into his hair, similar ones he tied onto his song chord as he sung her the story of his life, adding on a bead to signify the mating bond.
"I'm gonna take you to the forest, take my place as Olo'eyktan and we can lead together. Neteyam te Sully Tsyeyk'itan, eldest child of Toruk Makto and the first Telua Embakun, rider of the first light, Eywa's fiercest warrior." "Shut up." Tatia smiled, tapping his face causing him to giggle.
"What? If you're not gonna brag about being the first Telua Embakun, I'm going to brag that my mate, my wife, my best friend and my world is Telua Embakun." "Well you just love bragging about anything. Your ego was already too big." Neteyam smiled, sitting up and placing her legs over his.
They stayed silent for a few moment, both just taking in each other's appearances. "We should go back." Neteyam sighed, standing from his position and holding his hand out for her to take. She did, placing her smaller hand in his so he could gently pull her up, placing his arm around her waist so she wouldn't be as shaky as she was after their 'session' that morning.
Leading her to Ikran, they both took flight as they made their way back to the village on Taysein and Serein. Questions began to flood her head, the sunset orange making their skin glow.
What would they all think? What would happen? How was she going to deal with Ronal?
It was like a pit in her stomach at the thought of what could go wrong. But she knew she didn't have to worry, not anymore. Tatia and Neteyam had each other.
