A/N I'm just going to stop apologizing for the delays on this story. Its obvious that regardless of the time of the upload doesn't matter, because amazingly people are still reading them. Here's the next part, hope this suits your wants for this story.
Mo'at was tired. The injuries her tribe had sustained in the battle had been grievous, and many who had survived the confrontation had died due to their injuries. However, she still had to continue her duties as Tsahik. Neytiri would not take over the position until Mo'at went to be with Eywa, or was no longer capable of doing her duties. As she rested in her tent, she wished for sleep, for reprieve from the unending cries of the wounded, dead and dying. She hadn't seen this type of carnage in her lifetime, and her mind kept replaying the images, over and over, unable to rest for the images and burst into the tent, and a blurred head moved into her tired eyes line of sight.
"Tsahik! You must come quickly! Two of the People have been found in the wreckage of hometree. Tzmukan it trying to keep them alive as we speak."
Instantly she was on her feet, all weariness disappearing from her. "What is wrong with them?" She questioned sharply, going through her herbs and salves. "One was stung by a Lenay'ga. The other looks to have carried him for several days." Mo'at absorbed this imformation soundlessly, sorting through the multitudes of anti-venoms until she found the correct mixture. She fluidly placed the container into her pouch while grabbing some herb that would prevent further loss of fluids.
She ran from her tent following her guide to the Ikran fields, heading towards a distraught Tarya. On seeing her, Tarya mounted her Ikran, motioning to Mo'at to climb on behind her. She did so, praying for her patients sake that it wasn't too late.
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