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18.: Old Book

playιng: [You Say] - [Lauren Daigle]

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╰┈➤ ❝ [POV Narrator] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

NETEYAM QUICKLY RAN into the hut again, grabbing the book, hiding it behind his back as he heard his fathers footsteps. "So, now back to the actual topic." Jake reached out his hand. "Give the thing you are hiding!" Neytiri looked at her son and her husband in a curiouse way while holding Tuks hand. "Neteyam!" Slowly Neteyam fetched the book behind his back again, laying it into his fathers hand. He lowered his head as he saw how his fathers eyes whidened.

"Where did you get that from? I burried this thing in a grave! How did you find it?!" Jake scolded Neteyam, slowly opening the book as his son answered. "I- I found it... In- In a cave..." Neteyam nervously lied, watching his father reading through the book.

Jakes fingers stroked over one of the Pages where the Toril poem was written. Quickly he shut the book, holding it away from Neteyam, who tried to get it back. He put his ears back, looking beggingly at his father. "Go to Lyk! He will train with you now!"

Neteyams ears twitched insecurely as he made his way out of the hut. Jake lowered his hand, which was holding the book, opening it again reading the poem silently. Getting lost in old memories.

╰┈➤ ❝ [POV Jake] ❞ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

There I sat, completely out of place in the middle of the sky. It was hard. The whole Clan hates me now, Neytiri hates me. I shighted thinking about how stupid I was. The leaves next to me started to rustle, raising my head in curiousity I watched how Lyk came up to me.

"You won't kill me... right?" I asked unsure following him with my eyes as he sat down in front of me. He shook his head. Slightly he opened his mouth and inhaled, I hoped he would start speaking, instead he made handsigns again. I was able to understand something. 'I'm not mad at you' he signed. 'still trust you.' i had to make my own puzzles in my head because of some signs I couldn't identify.

'something for you.' ...I have something for you - I figured out. He loosened the book from his Loincloth, handing it to me. "What is this?" I slowly took it and opened it.
"made it myself, special... special object? Object?" I transleted his signs out loud. He nodded. "A friend layed it- no, made it. Out of his hails- No wait this sign means scales, sorry." I read again, correncting my own translation errors. "Want you to... keep it? I know- No? Not 'I know'? What then? Oh... Y-You are... no bad... A-Alien?" He nodded again, having a kind smile on his lips.

"You?" He shook his head at my miss translation. "Not you? Okay.. Not you. Oh I?" He nodded quickly. "I... see... me- No you! I see you!" With a happy smile he nodded one more time before signing 'I See you' again. "Thank you. I see you too. In a homie way." He rolled his eyes at my childishness. 'brat' He signed whereupon I chuckled.