lomtu → neteyam sully [2]

vopey

→ 011; 013; unending endings / time

haka'i would stand there and eventually figure out what neteyam meant—if he had the intellectual capacity to do so.

time was of a peculiar nature. it was a trickster, and had an unnerving affinity for irritation and provoking. for example; if you were waiting for something to happen, if you wanted something never to come, then it would simply be sprung upon you. but if you wanted something to last forever, it would only exist a second. there would never be enough of it. a cruel act, a cruel hand played.

yet, it always passed somehow.

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two days only until the sopyu would disappear into the world, away from the omatikaya. and here came the day, responding to that unending churn of kyati's stomach.

"olo'eyktan te omatikaya! i will speak to you." ngarì bellowed. immediately a hundred heads turned to her, half from curiosity, half from lifelong obligation. others turned to the leader of the omatikaya, who was some paces away, in deep conversation with neytiri and mo'at.

jake te suli strode with a mix of suspicion and confusion in his eyes to the platform that the sopyu's olo'eykte had stood herself upon. the crowd of blue and blue-grey parted curiously to aid his journey. when he made it to ngarì, her voice dimmed to a low flame; a private whisper.

kyati watched with anticipation amongst her clan, yet the only one of them with knowledge of the current happenings. subtly, she turned her chin in hopes of catching sight of neteyam. every two seconds she felt as if someone might be staring at her, suspicious, but upon further review it must have just been her own paranoia. still, the lump of muscle in her chest thrashed and beat against her ribs like a trapped animal.

but—there he was. the boy she'd tied herself to in some way; in some unpredictably unlikely way. and he was looking right back at her, his yellow eyes bright with fear and excitement. the centre attraction—both clan leaders—was becoming a louder, less careful source of noise as jake te suli and ngarì te ka'ato debated.

neteyam glanced sideways, some impotent intention clear in his expression. kyati's brows lowered over her own eyes as she tried to make sense of it, but to little avail. still, the boy tried. he began jerking his chin, lips pursed, in the same direction his eyes had been flicking. then he shifted out of view, drowned by the body-dense crowd, and kyati understood. she shuffled between bodies like water, hurriedly apologising without trying to make herself suspicious. where she was going? she had no clue. still, she blindly followed neteyam, as they always followed one another. she spied glimpses of him through the gaps in the bodies—a flash of his thin wrist there, a sliver of his bicep between the shoulders of those two na'vi—and used that to solidify her route.

when kyati reached the edge of the sky-coloured crowd, her head whipped from side to side, until neteyam's lean figure tumbled rather ungracefully from the mass of na'vi. she pressed her lips together to contain a snort, but couldn't contain the rebel-smile sneaking its way onto her features. then he spotted her, amber eyes alighting with life, and strode towards her enthusiastically. 

"kxì," he breathed as they came face-to-face, still teetering at the edge of the crush of bodies all-too-interested in the conversation between olo'eyktan and olo'eykte.

neteyam's fingers twitched, edging through the space between them and taking her own gently, just as a gasp rippled through the assemblage.

translations

olo'eyktan te omatikaya = clan leader of the omatikaya

te suli = of the sullys (family name)

olo'eykte = female clan leader

te ka'ato = of the ka'atos (family name)

kxì = hello (casual, informal)

olo'eyktan = clan leader

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author's note

i kinda hate this chapter but i don't want to rewrite it.

also... are you ready for the finale? (i'm not)