Kagome disengaged herself from the DaiYoukai. "You need to rest, Sesshou. Many things are to be done for us to live in our new home. I will come to see everyone later." She stood with one final deep kiss shared between the two of them.
He parted from her with a growl of dissatisfaction. "I am not pleased, Miko."
She looked at him, straightening her top. Her tone was droll when she finally spoke, moving on to fixing her hair into a long and thick braid, "blame your brother for trusting the man of whom sold us the ship. Blame the humans that killed our planet."
Sesshomaru's glare was chilling. Directed towards both her and his foolish brother. "Long ago, humans should have been slaughtered like the bugs they are."
"Had you have done that, koi, I would not be here. Nor would any of your children or mine. I would never have come to the past. None of the feats that occurred in the future due to human innovation would have happened. Demons would be stuck in their own little worlds and petty arguments and wars." She placed her hands on her lap, just watching him recline against the wall. Her breathing quickened when she saw the minute change in his citrine eyes soften.
"Miko. . . " His voice was low and husky, touching all kinds of things on her insides. "When you return. . . " He was smirking, showing hints of fang. His entire demeanor was pure seduction. "We will talk more."
She huffed, frustrated and irritated with being played by him so easily. "Even after all these years. . . why am I not surprised?" She stood, looking at him once more; he was peering up at her from under half-lowered lids. "Rest, koi. I will see you later."
She passed everyone, her family, her clan. Love and relief was in her eyes when she gazed at each individual form. Finally she reached Kagura' s amile gentle on her face," Musume. Watch after them. Care for them. I will return soon."
With those words she left.
. . .
Even an ancient being hates to be kept waiting. Through the eyes of the Vipers, Eywa saw Kagome leave the hut and step into the forests on the outskirts of the smaller HomeTree. The deity saw the shoulders of the human shake. Years ago, she only heard of humans. Their stories caused shivers of trepidation to run along her essence.
When the Tree of Souls and the Tree of Ages, two different trees from two very different planets connected so did their personifications. Eywa, whom was created from the wish of a mother and the memories of hope amongst her people and Goshinboku, borne in a time where magic ran wild and the earth was young; both connected and knew each other.
The affection Eywa holds for the miko is borne from the love and memories the Goshinboku had for this particular mortal.
. . .
The ground of Pandora was at one point thriving. Now, in spots is brittle and the vibrancy of the land is nothing more than imminent death. She walked along a worn path on the dry ground. Once a deep black now a muddled brown.
The miko sighed, heading for the nearest water source to meet with Eywa. She didn't know what to classify the deity maybe? Her hands ran along some of the dead and living foliage, the buzzing of a few Hellfire Wasps (Zize') were heard higher in the canopy.
She looked up, seeing the light of Polyphemus shine on Pandora. She felt sad but at peace. This planet needed to heal. Soon enough a viperwolf, nothing more than a cub at that, came to her, nudging her legs and shifting her to the left, off the worn path and deeper into the dark jungles.
Her hands slid along the multitude of grasses and the like as she and the Viper walked. Silence met her ears. The jungle was still, no movements other than hers and the Viper's. Not even a wind blew.
. . .
Mo'at stood on the branch of where she slept, looking over the village of her people. Lines of pain and memories better forgotten on their faces. The arrival of that tiny pale fleshed being brought fear into the hearts of the People.
Fear made them cry out. Fear that the Sky People were returning and with more of their fighters, to finally take what did not below to them.
Some warriors who heard of what happened early this morn were crying for War. For revenge. Mo'at smiled, remembering the honor of Jakesully.
His respect for the People and his love of their home soothed something in the People when we settled them. For in the hearts of some, they doubted his allegiance. That was all put to rest when he called for the tiny pale fleshed beings that came to be watched by a trusted few.
However, the Tsahìk of the Omaticaya Clan, she worried for her daughter. The anger at her father's death remained. That anger faded under the love of her husband. The 'human' woman's return brought it back. Mo'at feared, praying for Eywa to give her guidance and to clear the heart of her daughter.
To clear the hearts of her people.
. . .
The silence was broken up as a trickling of water was heard from deeper in the forest. Taking a chance and hoping for the best, Kagome ran. She ran until the grass gave away to a large bank that housed a small river. The miko gasped, the bank showed signs of the river once being a great thing.
"The Na'vi once did live much of their lives here. Playing for the children, fishing and hunting of foods and healing for their families; relaxation and peace." The voice of Eywa moved through the miko. Memories of the Na'vi people whom passed years ago barely skimmed through her mind.
She could see it. Where the river had been bountiful and plenty, it was a deep color, poisoned. "Humans used their first technologies here, cleaned them and killed many by poisoning the waters and poisoning the people."
Kagome was silent, not daring to look for the disembodied voice that spoke out in the air. She whimpered, biting her lip. Little tears tracked down her cheek, even as her fists clenched.
She never wanted to be called human again. The worst of them killed her home and Goshinboku. Then they turned their sights here. She would do what she could. She would make amends however she could to these people, the Na'vi.
"What can I do?" Her voice reached Eywa, whom you feel almost smile as the jungle cried out as one, with happy screeches from the Prolemuris, and contented howls from the Viperwolf next to Kagome and the packs heard deep in the forests. Many other creatures rejoiced.
. . .
The small Omaticaya hunting party looked up in fear, not knowing what was happening. They crouched down, at the ready, some with arrows primed and others with their spears in a defensive position.
Those on their direhorses, shifted, looking up, their shields at the ready. Ready to protect themselves and their companions on the ground.
. . .
Those in the air, riding their banshees nearly fell when their steeds flew faster. Not expecting the feelings of freedom and happiness coming in from the connections at the queues they shared.
. . .
The Na'vi of many clans around Pandora stopped, much like the hunting party when the sounds of the forests and jungles rose to a dull roar, froze and looked around. Children running to hide, mothers and warriors ready to protect, leaders uncertain of what was going on.
Mild confusion went through all.
. . .
Mo'at smiled. She threw her arms out and turned from the branch, walking down it to the others, rejoicing inside, until her feet met the ground. The movements of the spirit under the ground tickled at her senses.
She met the eyes of her wary and fearful clansmen. "Fear not. Eywa is watching over us."
There was a bit of irony in her words that her people did not pick up on. And that was perfectly alright with her.
