things hadn’t been easy ever since him and his family had arrived to your village seeking uturu. an attack from the sky people had forced them to flee the solace from the forest, and learn the way of the water.

you, being the metkayina’s leader’s daughter, had the responsibility of showing him and his siblings the way around the village, and of teaching them everything about your life there. you were particularly quick to build a bond with one specific pmaticaya; lo’ak sully, second son to jake sully and neytiri.

unlike your brother and his friends, you didn’t go around picking on him and his siblings for their short tails and weak arms. you didn’t even seem to make much notice about the fact that he had ‘demon blood’ on him. well, not until now.

“you’re so funny.” lo’ak rolled his eyes as he watched you chuckle at his attempt to learn the sign language you used to communicate underwater. he had had no trouble with this; until certain sign arrived, that involved only four fingers.

his pinky remained pointing upwards in an award position, so much for having five fingers. “my hand’s not that funny… it can punch, your brother knows it.” lo’ak snickered, remembering his little encounter with your brother and his friends.