'You're one of the Omaticaya now' Neytiri said and laid her hands on Jake's chest. 'You may make your bow from the wood of the Hometree... and you may choose a woman.' she reached both hands to catch an atokirina. 'We have many fine women' she assured. 'Ninat is the best singer.'
'I don't want Ninat' Jake replied quickly. Neytiri blew the atokirina away.
'Piral is... a good hunter' she said with a hopeful smile. Jake came close, too close.
'Yes, she is a good hunter' he said. 'I've already chosen. But this woman has to also choose me.'
He came even closer to Neytiri. She frowned, groaned and slapped him.
'So you have really bad luck, Dreamwalker' she scoffed. 'Go find another one.'
Jake laid his ears flat, sobbed and went away. Tsu'tey jumped up to Neytiri from behind the bushes.
'So now, is this the right time?' he asked playfully. Neytiri nodded and then they did what had to be done.