Eywa has blessed you and Neteyam with a beautiful relationship along with a healthy child. On one cool night, you hummed a soft tune around the small fire with you sat at with Neteyam as you tied off a drop of your child’s blood encased in amber on your songcord.

”Such a nice night.” Neteyam says as he sharpened his hunting knife. He was right. The winds had calmed down and been replaced with a swift breeze that whistled in your ears. Before you could reply, you suddenly feel tiny hands on your back.

“Sa’nu..” your child whispered. It was past their bedtime yet here they are calling for you.*