Disclaimer: I do not own the canon, I merely enjoy it.
Starring: Grace/Mo'at
Author's Note: Strong women need more love. Na'vi vocabulary: ketuwong is one of the words for alien. Also, critque would be nice as this is my first Avatar fic and I do so love Mo'at.
Summary: Graceaugustine knows things. So does Mo'at.
Rating: K
Graceaugustine knows things, knows how things will start and end. What she does not know is how, the middle. The mysteries of Eywa are lost to her, just out of her reach. Mo'at wonders what has happened on her world, to consistently wear a look of a haggard hunter. To be the brittle bridge between the Sky People and the Omaticaya wears on her face and angry determination to explain life without Eywa settles sternly between her brows.
Mo'at knows things, too. She knows how Graceaugustine searches for life, for peace amoung the leaves of the forest and the laughter of the children. Mo'at also knows that where Graceaugustine walks, death follows quickly. She fears for this ketuwong, because she inadvertantly leads in the predators who rip Eywa into shreds and trample her children, leaving scorched earth and stranged machines in their wake
She fears for Graceaugustine because she is willing to die for the People, as well as her own; knowing that they in return, would not.