Two weeks have passed since the… incident… with Tsu'tey and Jake still had no clear idea of what had happened. Then again he hadn't really told anyone about what had happened to get their opinions, but to be frank he just wanted to forget the whole thing happened. 'Though I suppose some good did come of it, I mean, I haven't been back to her grave in almost eight days. Hell, I've even gotten a proper position now helping Mo'at, not really sure why the others keep givin' me looks but whatever.' Speaking of Mo'at Jake sped up his pace, already late with meeting up with her to help collect plants. He didn't particularly consider it an interesting job, nor very fun when compared to hunting on an ikran, but he certainly wasn't going to miss having to clean his kill before taking it back to the tribe.

Brushing aside a few fern-like plants he walked into a small clearing where Mo'at sat cross legged on a large woven mat, and even though her face remained neutral he could feel her radiating irritation. As he approached she slowly seemed to relax, gesturing to sit opposite her on the mat. A little confused Jake sat down. She opened a small satchel to her right and began to remove varied plants and leafs, some of which he recognized while others were odd and unknown. Though, before he could voice his question, she spoke as she arranged the plants into small piles in the open space between them.

"It appears Jakesully, that your destiny has yet to truly end." Jake blinked dumbly.

"What?" Looking up she gestured at the piles.

"What do you see before you?" Getting the distinct feeling that they weren't going to go gather the plants anymore he looked down at the ones set before him. There were five piles, each a different color and plant or plant part.

"I see plants. Mo'at I thought we-" instantly she shushed him while glaring. Clearly Neytiri had gotten the glaring gene from her mother.

"No! No thought, look at the colors, what they speak to you?" Not entirely sure what she wanted he turned his gaze back to the colors. The first pile was a small collection of blue leafs that had slightly darker blue stripes… and that's it. Nothing special, nothing magical or… well… anything. But he concentrated anyway, practically burning the color into his eyes watching it so intently. And truth be told, a marine can only watch a pile of leafs for so long… which was a grand total of thirty seconds. He closed his eyes and rubbed them.

'What is it she wants me to see? It's just a blue leaf with slightly darker blue stripes.' And just as he was about to open his eyes and voice his displeasure a tiny noise was heard. Jake's ears perked at the sound but his eyes remained shut, concentrating on the tiny noise just outside of his hearing. He briefly thought about the leaf, thinking this is possibly what she was saying, when a tiny voice seemed to whisper in his head.

'Na'vi'. His eyes snapped open; his gaze instantly going to the pile of blue leafs. Indeed, they were the same color as a Na'vi and the stripes were similar as well. Surprised as well as excited he was about to speak when Mo'at put a finger to his lips, silencing him yet again. Removing her finger she gestured to the other piles. Nodding Jake did the same with the others, concentrating not on just the plant or leaf, but on the color and what it represented. The second pile is made up of pink roots.

'Alright… pink… uhhh… girly?… female?... uh…'

'Love'. Came the little voice again.

'That was my next guess.' The voice did not reply. Jake couldn't help but smile as he felt he was getting the hang of whatever Mo'at was having him do. The third pile caught his eye and he turned to examine this new color combo. This looked like a gathering of fern leafs, but the colors were way off. Instead of green they were a swirling mixture of orange and yellow. Thinking of what it meant was rather difficult, as orange and yellow together is not very common. He reached out halfway, looking up at Mo'at for permission to take the leafs. She nodded and Jake took two of the large leafs. Turning them over in his hands he ran over just about everything he could think of but that little voice didn't come back. However he chuckled when he turned them right side up in his hands. 'Kinda reminds me of those feathers Mo'at braided into Tsu'tey's hair. Orange and yellow is really not his color.'

'Olo'eyktan'. And boom goes the dynamite. Jake practically face palmed himself at his revelation, as orange and yellow was the traditional colors of the clan leader. After figuring out the first three colors the next two were easy. The fourth was picked petals from a flower of some kind, all the color red. And the only one who wore almost all red was Mo'at. 'Tsahik'. The fifth was a pile of tiny seeds that had as many meanings as there were different colors. Almost like a filler for all the other feelings and stuff. Slowly he began to gather all of the different plants and things, putting it all in his hands; Mo'at simply sat and watched as he cupped his hands and shook them about before letting it all drop between them. Many of the seeds scattered with the roots and the petals and leafs, however what was left behind was like a clear cut message on a screen. The blue leafs all landed in a pile, a few seeds landed amongst them.

'The Na'vi are happy, rejoicing, celebrating, at peace.' Above the pile is one of the orange and yellow fern leafs which is connected to a single red petal with a pink root. Jake's face scrunched at that. 'Alright… that can't be right, that's just…' Jake cringed at the thought of Mo'at and Tsu'tey. But as he looked again he saw another petal further off to the side with a seed on it. The petal was withered and a darker less vibrant red while the seed gave off a feeling of a sad farewell. Jake looked back at the connected petal which looked fresh and new. While he was glad his first interpretation was way off the mark he was apprehensive as to what this meant. Jake rubbed his eyes again and looked up at Mo'at.

"Wow." Was all he said. Mo'at smiled and reached into her satchel again, this time retrieving a single loop of beads, all the beads different shades of red, and what appeared to be a leather bracelet that had two red feathers attached to it that hung loosely. She took his arm and slipped the bracelet around his wrist and slid it up his arm to his bicep where it snuggly stayed. Jake then accepted the loop of beads and put it around his neck, and then it clicked in his head. But when he looked down at the leafs and seeds to make sure what he had read from them was true, the leaves were no longer brightly colored and in a readable order. Instead they were the natural green, dully blue, and brown colors they should be and in a large messy pile. "Mo'at I-" She held up a hand.

"It is not my place to know, what you see is for you only." Jake swallowed hard and looked her in the eye.

"Am I to become the next Tsahik?" Mo'at sagely inclined her head.

"You have proven you have connection, you would have not seen if it was not there. It is rare gift." A smile once again spreads across her wrinkled features. "And confirms what I knew." Jake is positively dumbstruck at this point, and he wanted to know what had made her think he would make a good shaman. But at the same time he thinks it's just one of those things he's not meant to understand, or at least not yet. Mo'at collected the leafs and plant bits, placing them by a tree saying a quick prayer before having Jake collect the woven mat and carry it back with them to home tree. She elaborated on a few of the things that he must learn which consisted of all of the songs, rituals, prayers, history, traditions, and all the names in the Omaticaya.

'Well this is going to be oh so very fun…' Jake thought ruefully as they made their way back. But it seems he forgot, if only for a moment, that with becoming the Tsahik he also becomes the Olo'eyktan's mate.

Well how about that, I went and made a second chapter! And I hope to have another one up this week. This oneshot just turned into a chapter story, hope you guys like what I have in store! Read and review please :)