Author's Notes: TUESDAY'S MORNING SUN-TIME *dance*

It's Tuesday Morning Sun-Time
Tuesday Morning Sun-Time
Tuesday Morning Sun-Time

you one of the things I really really REALLY love? Reviews. I think I love them more than Tsu'tey. idk. But reviews...just awesome. So feel free to leave me some, yeah? kudos to all you people. you're just great. When I feel hopeless with this story, you guys always pick me back up again.

anndd watched Miracle At St. Anna last night just for Laz. and then realized what a great actor he is. I wish he didn't die in Fast and Furious because I want him to be in the new one. *sigh* even if he was...mean. but his scowl is just perfect, I swear. *dreamysigh* Laz+Cars=*nosebleed*

/endfangirlyness

Story Notes: is it bad I *might* have a sequel planned for this? ALREADY. We're not even half-way done yet and I'm thinking of sequels. I'm insane, I tell you. But of course, if I wasn't crazy I wouldn't be writing this fic now would I? I even picked out a title! "The Evening Moon". Has a certain ring to it, eh?

Otherwise, my na'vi is getting better. I finally found how to make words plural, so I went back and fixed some (just add ay to the front of it) or if it has a " ' " at the beginning, just get rid of that and bam it's pluralized.

still need to figure out difference between "ulte" and "sì" both which mean 'and' but in a different way...sorry if I mess up on the use of "that" because that's another thing I'm still figuring out.

aw this chap only has one na'vi word! that's sad. Translation at the bottom of course.

Tsu'tey grunts as he sets Jake down onto the cave floor, the muscles in his back and arms burning. Asuy'ri stares over his shoulder at the peaceful face, not having ever gotten a good like at a Dreamwalker before. "Why does he have hair over his eyes?"

"I do not know," Tsu'tey says honestly. "All Dreamwalkers do." Other clan members are looking as well, touching the shoulders of those not paying attention and urging them to look over, children climbing onto their parent's shoulders to look at the new Na'vi.

Tsu'tey notices that the spot where the arrow pierced Jake's flesh is nothing but a darker blue line over his ribs, and looks more like an extension of his stripes than an actual scar.

Asuy'ri leans down to take the exopack off, the mask making a suctioning noise as it's pulled from Jake's face.

Tsu'tey kneels down by Jake just as the other male groans, his gold eyes springing open as he reaches up to feel his face, an excited grin breaking out at what he feels; the flatness of his nose, the smooth skin, and as he looks at his hands, five long blue fingers.

"Jesus Christ, I can't believe it worked. Hurt like a bitch though," his voice is hoarse and he coughs several times, smiling as he feels his ears flick around his head. Another advantage of being a Na'vi: better hearing and eyesight; colors are enhanced and sharpened, and the voices he hears are crisp and amplified.

He then feels over his longer hair—Na'vi hair grows faster than humans—that brushes over his chest and then rapidly shakes his head around, the thick black hair swinging in all directions. "Wow."

He then alarmingly tries to stand up, his tail swinging for balance. Tsu'tey reaches out a hand to stop him, "Are you sure you should be doing that, Jake? Are not tired?"

"No...shit, I haven't felt better in a long time, c'mon," he pulls on the clan leader's hand and rushes out of the cave into the cool air, breathing deeply and spreading his arms wide. "Wanna race?" He digs his toes into the white ground, delighted at the sensation he's missed.

"Uh, no. Jake I do not think—," but the other man is taking off down the expanse of ground, his feet pounding against the dirt and stirring it up in clouds of shimmering whiteness.

Never one to give up a challenge, Tsu'tey runs after him and catches up quickly until they're running at full speed side-by-side, the air whipping past them both and slightly burning their skin from its harshness.

He looks over at Jake to find the newly reborn Na'vi smiling at him, "You got nothin', Tsu'tey! Nothing!"

"How far we go?" He asks as there's no point to a race without an end.

"Uh...to that tree!" Jake points to a rather large tree about forty feet in front of them and laughs as he picks up speed, his queue nothing but a streak of black whipping around him as he enjoys the sheer joy of running again; the ground soft beneath is pounding feet, the muscles in his legs contracting and lengthening.

As the distance closes, Jake gains two feet on the other male and damn, I'm going to win is the only thing going through his mind.

Ten feet, five feet, three—

"No way! How the hell did you catch up—!"

And the last few inches he pouts as Tsu'tey leans against the tree, breathing hard, having won their little race. "Sau," he pants.

"Ah shit. That is so not fair, I just woke up afterall." Jake comes to a stop as well, his lungs burning as he exhales and inhales from the exertion.

"You wanted race, you got it," Tsu'tey says between gulping breaths, pushing back the few braids that stem from his warhawk out of his face. "You good though...for a Dreamwalker," he adds at the end, smirking.

"Shove it," Jake grunts, stretching his arms over his head and yawning, quickly growing accustomed to the nearly forgotten feeling of his tail moving around and his new height.

"I could kick your ass big time now, buddy," Jake laughs, playfully shoving a five-fingered hand at Tsu'tey's shoulder, forgetting the fact that Tsu'tey still has a good two inches on him.

"Maybe, but I can run quicker."

"You saying you'd run away? Jeez, I guess they let anyone be olo'eyktan these days."

Jake's giddiness is somewhat disturbing, as Tsu'tey lays back on his lew'ewll and watches the other male sitting up and just smiling as he wiggles his toes around and plays around with his tail, his ears pricked up in happiness.

"You should go to sleep, Jake," he says after awhile of just watching, aware that some awake clan members are staring at the Dreamwalker with amusement, most of them children.

"I'm not tired; I could stay up all night. This is great," Jake says in half-assed response, letting a finger trail down the trail of glowing dots on his leg as he revels in the feeling of getting his real body back. And it's just as amazing as it was the first time.

"You are keeping clan awake," Tsu'tey chuckles quietly, motioning to the wide-eyed faces with their big eyes on Jake.

"Aw, they're just kids, won't hurt for them to stay awake. Hey, do you think we could ride our banshees tomorrow or something...? Where'd they all go anyways?" Jake eager to get back into life, first running, now flying.

"Ikran," Tsu'tey corrects, "I told them to fly away from Sky People. They are around," he waves his hand in a circle. "Could call them I guess."

"They know how to find this place right?"

"Ikran will know where you are at all times. It is..." Tsu'tey struggles to find the words and touches his heart. "Bond they feel inside."

"Hmm, yeah, that makes sense. What do you think the RDA's doing right now? Would they know where we are?" Jake feels somewhat guilty about changing the subject to something disheartening, but he can't help thinking about the horrors his people are probably inflicting on this planet right now.

"They should leave us alone; they have rock yes? We do not matter anymore. We have lost," Tsu'tey's voice is so defeated that it makes Jake feel a sudden wave of sympathy.

So he thinks of something rallying to say, "But there's still all the other clans and everything; maybe we could...I don't know, get together or something and kick their ass," Jake smirks, his ear flicking at a strand of hair that falls across it.

Tsu'tey snorts softly and delicately picks a flower out of the lew'ewll, watching the ends flutter as slight breeze blows through their living area; his ears falling slightly in sadness. "I am bad olo'eyktan."

The sudden sentence makes Jake turns his face towards him, "No you're not. You're doing what's right for your people. It would be stupid to go up against them without a good plan and with so few people...I think you did the right thing by taking us here...but it can't last forever."

Tsu'tey sighs and lets the flower drop. "That is true. Next Sky People will want to dig for more things under our feet." Indeed, the prospect of the demons taking over all of Pandora is a horrific but altogether possible one. It just all seems hopeless.

"We'll figure it out," Jake says softly after a few minutes of silence, and finally lays down to go to sleep, unaware that the other male remains awake a long time after that, his mind unable to rest.

Morning comes too quick for Jake, who grumbles and pushes away the hands that shake his shoulders. "Not now 'm sleepin'."

"Jake," the increasingly annoying voice says. "Must get ikran now when they are not hunting, will not respond later if their belly tells them not to."

"God I hate you," Jake groans. "It must be like, five in the morning. No one else is up." He opens his eyes to confirm that and makes a wide gesture with his hand to the sleeping blue bodies around him.

"Ikran "up" right now! We must go!" Tsu'tey grabs onto one of Jake's hands and hauls him from the softness of the blanket-thing he's already forgotten the name of and onto his feet.

"Hey no need to manhandle me, Jesus," he yawns and blinks several times as he wills his sleepy brain to get it into gear.

"My name is Tsu'tey," the clan leader says, confused about this "jesus" person that Jake refers to often. "Not "jez-us," he mispronounces.

"I guess you're right because I don't know who the hell "jez-us" is either," Jake mutters in good humor as he tightens some knots on his loincloth before walking out into the cold air of the outside world.

Tsu'tey follows and then does that weird chirping thing several times. It pierces the still air and seems to ring around in Jake's ears.

"Now you must do," Tsu'tey says.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"

"Just make voice sharp and copy me," Tsu'tey says with a slight edge to his voice.

Ah, he makes it all so simple.

Jake takes a deep breath and does his best to copy the strange vocalization, struggling to make it as loud. It ends up sounding like more like a girly yelp, but he does his best.

His ears perk up when he hears a rustling in the trees and then -with loud roars- both of their ikrans dive from the sky and land roughly in front of them, the white dirt puffing into Jake's face. He spits and blinks rapidly.

"Been a long time, big guy," he says to his ikran, reaching out his hand to pet him firmly on the snout. The ikran snorts softly and pushes into his hand, his sets of reptilian eyes darting between his own.

"Have you named him yet?" Tsu'tey says as Duri'sen headbutts him gently, nearly knocking him off his feet.

"Uh, no, actually. Can't I just call him "my ikran?" Jake asks as he reaches back for his braid and then makes tsahaylu with the corresponding neural whip, his ikran flapping his green wings as their minds merge.

Tsu'tey chuckles and shakes his head slightly. "You great hunter Jake, great warrior. Shame to have ikran with no name." The other male climbs gracefully onto Duri'sen, his feet automatically hooking into the stirrups.

"Okay, I get it." Jake has a harder time getting on, struggling to get a leg over and when he finally manages to the ikran moves and slips out beneath him. Jake mutters angrily and decides to just jump on from the side, landing hard on the ikran's back. The beast snorts at him with indignation. "Hey don't look at me like that. Why you always gotta be a struggle?"

"How about Txur?" Tsu'tey suggests as both of their ikrans ascend into the air, the strong wind making their wings flap harder and Jake's new braids begin to whip against his jaw and shoulders.

"What does that mean?" Jake flies closer to be able to hear until their mounts' wings are brushing, the ends clipping. Duri'sen caws at the other male and veers slightly away.

"Means "strong" in Na'vi," Tsu'tey yells, mentally chastising his ikran as he veers to the right again, and this time Duri'sen stays quiet, though he shakes his great head and snorts.

"Hmm, Txur. I like it," Jake smiles and through their bond sends the name to his ikran, digging into its racing thoughts of fly wind strong hunter and its assortment of sensations from the push and pull of its wings to the air racing across its back.

The newly-named Txur roars its acknowledgement of the new name and goes into a steep dive that has Jake urging it to pull up damn it.

"I think he likes it!" Tsu'tey yells as the distance between the two ikrans widens and closes until they both find a way to fly close without disabling the other.

Jake inhales deeply and stretches out his arms until he's only balanced by his lower half and feet, the wonderfully free feeling filling his heart with sheer elation. Risky though, like driving a car with no hands on the steering wheel, but awesome all the same.

Until Txur turns one wing sharply and he nearly falls off.

Tsu'tey's laughs somewhere, lost in the wind as he re-adjusts himself, mentally slapping his ikran for its dangerous maneuver.

"Your ikran...he is young," is all the other male says. "Like a baby. Bad idea to try and do that again."

"I'll keep that in mind, chief," Jake mutters as they fly further, the white splotch of ground below blurring into water.

Duri'sen drops suddenly into a dive, heading for the water below. Jake watches for a moment and then follows before Tsu'tey can get too far away.

"Where you going?" Jake yells above the wind and rushing water.

"I have something to show you."

Glossary:

Sau - ugh