And this is chapter three and the end of my obsessively quick updates -- I'll still update, but probably not two chapters in one day like this. Plus I have to go to bed, even if tomorrow is Saturday.

--Phanny


Though she herself wouldn't admit it, it had become fairly obvious that cranky, impatient Y'enit had developed a soft spot for Mosyk. The amount of verbal abuse they threw at each other had dropped, and some of the insults Y'enit uttered began to sound more like playful teasing. Y'enit had always watched Mosyk get picked on by others, and she assumed that he was, quite simply, a very slow, unintelligent brat. Now that she saw he had potential to do great things, she used the knowledge she had gathered in all her years to give him little nudges in the right direction.

"Mother says I can train again tomorrow," Mosyk told her, sitting cross-legged in front of her. He sounded excited. "Will you miss me?" He added cheekily.

"Miss who?" Y'enit smirked, looking around and pretending not to see the tiny Na'vi. She looked down at him, "oh, there you are. Didn't see you there. For Eywa's sake, you need to grow a little."

"Or a lot," Mosyk frowned, "anyway, I could, you know, visit…maybe. I mean, if I get through a day without being teased about anything, I can come to you and you'll fix that, right?"

"You can come to me whenever you feel the need," Y'enit told him, "Tswayon and Atan seem to enjoy having young people around."

"And you don't?" Mosyk asked, "aw, no fair. Maybe it's because you're no fun."

Y'enit frowned and flicked Mosyk's nose with her tail. "What if I told your parents what you say to me, eh? Why make a poor old woman upset?"

"What poor old woman?" Mosyk smirked.

"It's getting dark," Y'enit said suddenly, "are you going to leave or do I have to chase you out of here?"

"You couldn't if you tried, old wo--" Mosyk's ears flicked back as Y'enit bared her teeth and growled playfully, "all right, I'm going. One day I'll teach you how to have fun."

Y'enit snorted. For a youngster, that boy was all right.


"Mosyk," Jake snapped his fingers in front of his son's face as they sat on the ground and ate, surrounded by other Na'vi sharing food with each other. "You're staring again."

"Sorry," Mosyk said absently. His elbows rested on his knees as he sat cross-legged on the ground, his head propped up in his hands. He couldn't help but stare when it came to her.

Tanhi was by far one of the most desirable females in the clan, though she was only thirteen like Mosyk. Her hair reached the small of her back, flowing even with the weight of the decorative beads and feathers woven into it. Her golden eyes were large and bright, and she had the most wonderful smile…

"Mosyk, she won't like you if you just stare," Jake said, "you'll freak her out, that's what you'll do."

Mosyk didn't know what "freaking out" meant, but he tore his gaze away from Tanhi and back to his food anyway.

"I just wanna talk to her…" Mosyk sighed, then looked up at Jake, "how did you first meet mother?"

Jake swallowed his food with a loud gulp before speaking.

"She, uh, saved me from a pack of nantang," Jake admitted, then he frowned when Mosyk began to laugh, "don't laugh with your mouth full."

"I'm not laughing," Mosyk lied, stifling giggles, "but she…how did you let a pack of nantang to attack you? Were you stupid back then?" Mosyk quickly closed his mouth, "sorry, I'm sorry. But it's really funny…"

"Hey," Jake smirked in spite of himself, "are we forgetting which one of us already has a mate here?"

"Well I don't wanna mate with her…not yet…" Mosyk mused, sighing, "but she's really pretty…" He paused before looking at Jake again. "How did you know you wanted to mate with mother?"

After a moment of thought, Jake sighed, "I'm not quite sure how to describe it and make it child-friendly at the same time…you're mother was smart, brave, and beautiful, of course, but all of that was what made me like her. What made me want to be hers…you have to find someone who Sees you, someone you can't imagine being without. After awhile you just…know." Jake realized that he wasn't very good at explaining things like this, and that Mosyk was hardly listening anyway.

"Maybe one day she'll See me…" Mosyk shrugged, his eyes closed.


It was on his way into the forest that Mosyk forgot why he was so eager to get back to training. It was just going to turn out the same as every other time. He would get everything wrong, Ou'tan would tease him for it, and then he would go back home and lay in his hammock feeling like a failure. Again. He realized with dismay that he'd rather be at home talking with Y'enit than at the training grounds.

Mosyk felt Txur rest a hand on his shoulder, and he shuddered. He immediately turned around to look up at the older warrior, anticipating a warning.

"Look, I really, really promise to behave this time and…what do you want to say to me?" He slowly lapsed back into his habit of speaking to older people with respect, holding his tongue and letting Txur speak.

"I'm not here to scold you," Txur told him, and Mosyk let out a sigh of relief, "but I am here to suggest something."

Mosyk gulped.

"You are having trouble with your training, I know that, so I feel the need to try something different with you," Txur told him, "perhaps if you were trained by someone your own age you would fare better."

Mosyk's eyes widened. 'Not Ou'tan, not Ou'tan, NOT OU'TAN…' he thought desperately.

Instead, Txur stepped aside and gently urged a young girl forward. She looked rather annoyed, and regarded Mosyk with disinterest.

"Endyna, you are doing very well," Txur nodded, "see if you can get Mosyk in shape."

Mosyk didn't like this. This Endyna's eyes were narrowed, giving her an ugly, unsatisfied demeanor, but Mosyk couldn't help but imagine that, without the scowl, she would look rather pretty. He mentally slapped himself for thinking that way when she spoke.

"I'm doing quite a bit of charity, working with you," Endyna said, a sense of authority in her voice that made Mosyk seethe, "I'll see if I can make something out of you. Come on," Mosyk could barely blinked before she disappeared into the trees. "Keep up!"

"Should've just stayed with the old people, Mosyk," he said to himself, swallowing his pride and leaping after his new 'teacher.'


Girls girls everywhere! Poor Mosyk. Y HALLO THAR MAH NAME IS PUBERTY.

Endyna is important too. I'll describe her better later.

Oh, and the part about Mosyk asking Jake if he was "stupid back then" is because even though he knows his father was an avatar, he doesn't quite understand or believe that there's any other world besides Pandora, so it'd seem pretty stupid to him if someone didn't know how to avoid the local wildlife ;)