Sansa meets a strange blue man in her dream. The Old Gods of Westeros and Eywa of Pandora love to meddle in the affairs of their children. Especially when it comes to the ones who have endured enough hardships to last lifetimes.
Based sort two years before Jake arrives on Pandora and not long after Baelish whisked Sansa off to the Vale.
Possible Sansa/Tsu'tey for the pairing.
Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan, the son of Ateyo of the Omaticaya clan and the future Olo'eyktan, was as of this moment feeling very confused. He was fairly certain that he was in a dream, but believed it to be rather odd that he knew this. Usually, only the Uniltatron, that many young Na'vi experience as they seek out one spirit animal feel this way. But Tsu'tey knew that this was not the case now as he had been through his Uniltatron already, where he had met his spirit animal in the fierce and cunning Nantang.
Slowly sitting up, the blue gangly giant proceeded to look around the strange looking forest clearing he'd found himself in after falling asleep, dressed in nothing but his usual loincloth. He'd never seen a forest quite like it, the trees were different, smaller, than the ones that surrounded Hometree. Those had just been trees, but these seemed somewhat ominous—well the bone-white one with the red leaves and a face was—, stranger than any he'd ever seen. There was an eerie sort of feeling about this forest he felt as if that unsettling agonised eyes of the strange-white-tree were watching him, and Tsu'tey wished desperately that his bow was by his side, or perhaps his dagger, and maybe something warmer for his coverings, for the air was nipping somewhat viciously at his blue skin, his loincloth did nothing to ward off the cold.
No sooner had the thought crossed his mind, he was dressed fully—in what he could only describe as Skypeople clothing—, as if he were one in that instant, with the familiar weight of all his weapons strapped in their usual places. Pulling free his bow from off his shoulder, Tsu'tey levelled it into a rest position, ready for anything that could come at him, his ears twitching at the slightest sound. Whilst a part of him registered that this was a dream and nothing could truly hurt him, it didn't stop him from arming himself. His father and the Olo'eyktan, Eytukan, had taught him as much. It didn't seem right, to be slowly making his way through the undergrowth without one of his Hunters by his side, ready with their bows for any threats at long distance. He felt almost vulnerable, having never seen anything like this strange forest before with the strange cold-white coating the ground he walked upon.
"What are you doing here?" a soft voice spoke breaking the eerie silence the strange forest held.
Tsu'tey startled violently at the sudden intrusion his tail flicking in agitation, spinning on his heels his bowstring taught with the arrow tip to point at the source of the question.
A female Skyperson stared back at him, sat down against the base of the bone-white tree trunk, legs tucked up to her chest and vivid blue eyes focused upon his form—Tsu'tey had never seen such a colour reflected by one's eyes before, at least not up close before—. Tsu'tey paused, wondering how he had not noticed the Skyperson before.
Tsu'tey's ears were pinned against his head teeth bared at the Skyperson, in a warning, as he observed her. She was dressed unlike anyone he'd ever seen before—Skypeople included—, in a long strange pinkish-orange white material covering that frilled out at the bottom, that didn't look anywhere near as warm as the Skypeople clothes he wore now, with even stranger patterns adorning its 'sleaves'. Was this even a Skyperson? And what was the strange dirty, bloodied, white rectangular cloth draped over her shoulders? Some gold thread on the trim. What purpose did it serve? How had his mind even managed to think up such a creature? She was certainly no Na'vi, that was evident, but she didn't appear to be like any Skyperson he had met before, she was taller than most and quieter. Perhaps somewhat the same height as a Na'vi child. An inch or two shorter? It was hard to tell with her seated on the cold-white as she was.
"I am dreaming, Skyperson." He spat, in Inglesh, his tail twitched and his ears flickered in irritation at having to speak with such filth in the native tongue of his sworn enemies.
The girl blinked and looked faintly taken aback by his hostility those Na'vi blues that stared up at him. They were rather pretty to look at, Tsu'tey begrudgingly admitted within his mind, having never seen eyes so blue before in his life.
"I believe I am dreaming as well. As if it was not already bad enough with just the night-terrors. Here to torment me are you ser? To tell me how I have betrayed my family and my people? You will not be very successful if you are, the Lannisters made sure of that." She stood then, pushing up with her hands on her knees, moving gracefully until she was stood before him. He'd been right in his guess, the female Skyperson was two and a half hand-spans shorter than he himself was, but obviously not a Na'vi. He'd never seen such a creature before in his life. He was fascinated. Her hair too was something of a wonder to him, bright red like the fires that danced at meals.
"I am Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyitan of the Omaticaya." Tsu'tey introduced himself to the Not-Skyperson.
The girl blinked again, head cocking slightly to a side as she stared back at him. So his greeting was not common amongst her kind then? Maybe she was just another ignorant Skyperson after all. She looked like a Skyperson and talked like one, but was far too elegant for Tsu'tey to believe she was one... Not that he'd seen too many Skypeople after the Skhool had shut down.
"Well met Tsu'tey. I'm Lady Sansa Stark of Winterfell." So she had a title? But what would have gotten her the title of Lay'di? Unless it was like the Skypeople ranking...
"How is it that I can see you in my dream?" It seemed rather spectacular a dream if so, he'd never had one with such detail, such colour before or after his Uniltaron. He could not have made up the Not-Skyperson before him, surely? There was too much about her that he did not recognise.
"I do not think so. There's a lot of magic about dreams, or so says the people of the North but I never paid too much attention to it during Old Nan's story tellings. Something about Green seers and their Green Dreams, or the old Wargs in the Stark family dating back to the Age of Heroes... you must forgive me Ser, it seems I have gotten lost in distant memories. I know I'm real, so if you think you are, then maybe you are. What are you?" The Not-Skyperson, Lay'di Sansastark, suddenly reddened, looking away from him for the first time. "I-I apologise ser... what I mean to say is, if you do not mind me asking. You don't look, well, like a human."
Ah, here was something he understood, at last.
"I am a Na'vi, Lay'di Sansastark. A child of Eywa. The only heyu'minz I know of are the filthy Skypeople that invaded my home." Tsu'tey spat angrily his teeth bared at the thought of what those invaders had done to mother Eywa. But reigned in his temper when he noticed the Heyu'min flinch a grimace appeared on her near-white face, that soon gave way to a strange look of confused curiosity, like a child. He snorted. Her head was even tilted slightly to one side.
"A Na'vee? Forgive me but I have never heard of a Na'vee before... are they like the Children of the Forest? I never knew they still existed only I had assumed they were just old legends... I suppose that would be fair to call us invaders? Maester Luwin always did say it was in our nature as beings of curiosity to seek out new lands and conquer what we could not understand."
Not as far as Tsu'tey was aware. He had never heard of these Children of Forests. Which lead him to wonder if they were at all like Na'vi.
At some point they had began walking through the trees trudging through the cold-white, snow that was what Sansa—The human girl had insisted that was her name and that It would be rude to call her anything else—had called it, talking as they went. Tsu'tey had learnt that they were in a place called 'A Godswood', a location that rested within the walls of Lay'di Sansa's home, Winterfell. Apparently, he wasn't even dreaming of Eywa, instead he was in what Sansa insisted to be 'Westeros', in which there were no Na'vi at all, much like Grace's home planet Earth. And that she was being held "Hostage" in a place called Kingslanding far away from her home in the North. Tsu'tey also learned that Sansa had once an animal companion called a Direwulf that had been slain for her mistake.
And the Lay'di—Sansa had tried to correct him when he said it like this—Sansa used to be able to see through her eyes, Tsu'tey learned that the Direwulf was named Lay'di as well. And that Sansa had had a connection with the beast much similar to that of the Ts'hlu bond between a Na'vi and their chosen mount.
It was very interesting, and Sansa seemed to open up slightly more as they spoke. She liked her sewing, singing and dancing lessons, she used to practice as a child, which was rather refreshing if Tsu'tey were to speak the truth most Na'vi woman hunt, which Sansa had confessed to him that she wanted to learn as a way to defend herself. She disliked horseriding—Tsu'tey had found that it was a similar skill to riding a Pa'li—, but that was more due to her mothers teachings if he understood it correctly. It was only facts, not too much personal information on the fire-haired woman that walked beside him, but he felt obliged to open up a bit to her also, which was a rare thing.
He told her that he was a warrior of his clan, that he'd been trained to fight with weapons from early childhood. Sansa had admitted she'd once attempted to use a bow only it hadn't ended we'll and she had given up much to his disappointment. She admitted to having once having many siblings, and after a bit of prodding, that she was now an orphan. Tsu'tey had spoken of his betrothed's death, which had come about not long after Neytiri's Uniltaron. He spoke of his hunts and stepping into the roll of a teacher to train the younger generation of Hunters. He could tell that Sansa knew he cared greatly for his little brother, Arvok, and Neytiri, if the wistful smile on her face was any indication. He spoke of his younger brother and his love for archery and riding his Pa'li, how skilled he was with a bow.
Sansa showed him how to "use" the snow as a weapon, balling it up and throwing simple as it was, Tsu'tey felt the terrible coldness it left when the human girl dumped a handful of it down the back of his Skypeople shirt. That second one was very impressively sneaky, Tsu'tey would have like it better if he knew how it was she was able to continuously sneak up on him, without him noticing.
They spoke for hours over simple, little things. Favourite food, what they enjoyed doing, the differences in their world. They never grew too personal. But Tsu'tey begrudgingly liked it. Having someone to talk to about nonsense things who clearly wouldn't judge him. Who didn't expect anything of him.
"Lady Sansa, I see you. I must go I am waking," he finally grumbled, frowning as he did so.
Sansa looked back at him—and what a strange name she had, though he suppose most Skypeople names were strange—with her lips turning down at the corners ever so slightly.
"That is a shame. You're the nicest non-human male I've ever known. I think... I would not mind it terribly should you find your way back here."
He didn't get a chance to answer her.
Instead, he woke up to Arvok's grinning face, eyebrows wiggling and asking 'Who's this Lay'di Sansa?'.
He'd snorted, muttering he doesn't know what he was talking about and he didn't remember the dream.
But he could. And he rather hoped he'd manage to go back.
Even if she wasn't real, that didn't mean that dream hadn't been pleasant enough.
How do you like it? Was it good? Was it bad? Should I continue?