Pandora: A Different Time

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Italicised words indicate characters speaking in Na'vi or onomatopoeia

Chapter Four

Grace watched Norman as he poked a root with the internal scanner, he didn't bother to check the readings before going to the next. He had been in a foul mood all morning and she knew why. It was the third week that Anna had stayed in Hometree learning from Ngay'swizav. Norman had never met the male but obviously hated him with a passion. He blamed Ngay'swizav for taking Anna away from him. Grace chuckled knowing that Anna and Norman were good friends but at times Grace saw looks of a different kind of affection glittering in his eyes.

"I think that's enough for today." Grace said noticing how much light they had lost. Norman didn't even argue which was unusual. Usually he protested with zeal. They walked towards the Samson, Norman's shoulders slumped in resignation.

"What's wrong with blue?" Trudy Chacon asked. She was their pilot and a good friend to boot. Grace smiled at the petite Latina and shook her head hoping that Anna would return soon to alleviate Norm of his dour mood.

Anna cheered as Ngay'swizav rode his ikran, a brightly coloured pterodactyl type creature that every Na'vi had to master before becoming a true member of The People. High up in the tree tops Anna sat watching as he rode with finesse, swooping beneath the branches and rising up high blocking out the sun. Ikran and rider were one, through the tsahaylu they worked together gliding through the skies with ease. The four winged beast landed lowering its neck so that Ngay'swizav could dismount.

"Thank you, Tsyal." He said feeding the ikran with a scrap of meat which he played tug-of-war with for a while, before giving it up to his friend. Anna exploded into applause startling them both, blushing when Ngay'swizav sent her scowling glare.

"You must master ikran. Then you will be Omatikaya." He said sternly, throwing a worn bow and arrow at her feet. Anna picked up the weapon with a hidden gleam in her eye. This she knew how to do. She would show Ngay'swizav she wasn't a brain dead dreamwalker but a warrior in her own right.

Ngay'swizav took her a spot far from the Hometree claiming that he didn't want any of his people wounded by her. Anna had laughed at that, poking him in the ribs as he held a branch out of the way for her. Ngay'swizav cursed as the branch recoiled hitting him in the face.

"Your fault." He had snarled. Anna doubled over in laughter as he swished his tail in anger, storming ahead of her to an empty clearing.

"Be serious." Ngay'swizav snapped, demonstrating how to hold the bow and how to nock an arrow. Anna held the arrow as if she had never held one before, peering at Ngay'swizav through her lashes an idea sprung to mind.

"Skxawng." He muttered pushing up her arm so that it was level with her shoulder. Anna let it drop before releasing the arrow, chuckling as it missed the trunk by yards. Ngay'swizav pulled Anna flush against his chest lifting her arm up, aligning it her shoulder, his palm pushing against her stomach. Anna trembled as the joke backfired, he was so close she could feel his breath tickling her ear. It twitched in response, the tip of which caressed his bottom lip.

"Shoot." He said, his voice vibrating through her whole body. Anna released the arrow and heard a loud thunk. It had made its target but Ngay'swizav continued to hold her, lowering her arm slowly, his palm creeping to the top of her loincloth.

"Ngay'swizav." Anna whispered marvelling out how his eyes changed to a deep copper, his lids lowering as his lips neared hers. The kiss was beyond anything Anna had ever felt. They were dry and warm as they moved against hers and as she gasped for breath his tongue slipped between her lips caressing the inside of her mouth. He tasted of sweet fruit and something dark. Her body trembled when his hands slipped between the material and her skin, his fingers toying with the dark hair at the apex of her thighs. The hand that had held her elbow ran towards the underside of her top pushing the material way. Her nipples hardened against his palm as he gently massaged her round flesh. She could feel him pressed against her bottom his hips rubbing against her, his fingers running against her petal like nether lips, slipping with ease inside of her. Anna pulled away trying to catch her breath but his mouth sought hers, claiming her lips once again. Each stroke, suckle and touch left her skin buzzing. She had never been touched like this. Her father had never allowed her to be around any man for too long apart from Norman. Perhaps it was her naivety that made her so daring and flirtatious, she hadn't experienced the consequences of having a man touch her. Once she told any potential boyfriend who her father was, they wet their pants with fear and never contacted her again.

Ngay'swizav was different. He was strong and could be kind when he wanted to be. She could tell from his interaction with Tsyal that he could be gentle. Just like he was being with her now. Anna whimpered in protest as his mouth left hers, wanting to feel even more of him. Ngay'swizav turned her so that she faced him, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her. Anna wrapped her legs around his hips as he sank them to the floor. Pandora's natural bed of small soft grass cushioning them. Her legs widened as Ngay'swizav settled between them, his arousal prodding her incessantly against her thigh, his fingers making quick work of her clothes.

"Won't you stop me?" Ngay'swizav asked, his voice strained as though in pain. Anna paused, her fingers running over the blazing spots on his face, running her thumb against his lips.

"Do you want to stop?" She asked, keeping perfectly still so that she didn't send any wrong impressions. Ngay'swizav seemed to contemplate the question. His brow furrowed as he thought it over, Anna could do nothing but lay back and wait.

Ngay'swizav wondered how the dreamwalker had done it. A few weeks ago he had been happy with his life. He was the next Olo'eyktan, Beyral was the next Tsahik and his intended. Yet here he was between this temptress's thighs willing and ready to mate with her for life. His body strained to make the act final, using tsahaylu would be the ultimate act. He looked into her eyes and realised he couldn't do it. She was enticing, an epitome of womanhood but she was not Na'vi. She wasn't Omatikaya, she was a nothing. Ngay'swizav pulled away from her, his hand aching as it left her breast, his other hand wet from her arousal. Turning away he quickly fed it into his mouth making sure she couldn't see or hear him suckling his digits as though they dripped with nectar.

"It's okay Ngay'swizav." Anna smiled, looking as though nothing had occurred. After donning her clothes, Anna picked up the bow and arrow. She aimed and three successive shots splintered each arrow that had been imbedded in the trunk previously. Ngay'swizav laughed at the absurdity of it. The little witch had known how to use a bow and arrow the whole time. Her skill was by far greater than any he had seen even his and Tsu'tey.

"Brother." Ngay'swizav smiled as his friend rode on his pa'li. The animal snorted as Tsu'tey broke the tsahaylu whipping the queue over his shoulder. The pa'li trotted off to a plant that collected sap, using its antennae to hold the plant towards it, the pa'li's long tongue delved into the fluted plant reaching the nutrients at the bottom.

"Anna." Tsu'tey smiled waving at her. Ngay'swizav raised his eyebrow as his friends showed signs of flirting with the dreamwalker. Anna smiled touching her forehead in greeting.

"You learn quickly." Tsu'tey commented picking up the bow and arrow his eyes darkening as he realised who it belonged to.

"You let her use Neytiri's bow?" Ngay'swizav noted the anger in his friend's voice but chose to ignore it. Anna had her ear pricked towards their conversation and they knew that she understood every word.

"Anna show me what you can do." Tsu'tey commanded. Anna looked slightly taken aback but aimed for the tree releasing the arrow, it once again splintered an arrow already imbedded in the trunk. Ngay'swizav smiled at his friend's dumbfounded expression. Anna gave a shrill war cry and climbed into a nearby tree.

"I rule!" She yelled. Both Ngay'swizav and Tsu'tey looked at each other in silence before bursting out with laughter.

Anna leapt from the tree tackling Tsu'tey to the ground falling between his legs. Ngay'swizav saw red, noticing the resemblance between their position and the one he had been in a few moments ago. Both Tsu'tey and rolled Anna rolled around in the ground giggling until Ngay'swizav pulled Anna off him.

"Ngay'swizav." She laughed trying to topple him over. Perhaps on Earth women behaved this way but not here amongst the Omatikaya, especially when that woman had been in his arms not long ago.

"Not here, not with The People." He said shaking her. Only a firm hand on his shoulder made him stop. Looking at Anna he could see her eyes glistening with unshed tears. He had never seen her look so low, not when she had been battling nantang or when he had made her travel such a long distance.

"Brother stop." Tsu'tey said gently "It is my fault as much as hers, I should have stopped her."

Ngay'swizav shook his head in self disgust noticing that his hands were biting into her flesh. He could feel her trembling as she left his hold and picked up the bow and arrow, continuing to practise. The thwack of the arrow embedding bark was the only sound in the forest. Her arms were marked with bruised prints of where his grip had been but she continued even as her eyes closed in protest.

"Come, it is time for sleep." Ngay'swizav murmured pulling the equipment from her. Anna nodded obediently and it hurt to see her normally flighty spirit so defeated. Perhaps this was the will of Eywa. Now that Anna didn't see him as a potential lover or play mate, he could get this training over and done with and continue on with his life.

"How is training with Ngay'swizav going?" Grace asked as she sat opposite an exhausted looking Anna. Anna smiled though it didn't reach her eyes. Yesterday had been an experience she never wanted to go through again. Just when she thought she was making progress with Ngay'swizav he turned into this brute. Her arms tingled with the force of his grasp although she knew it was completely psychological.

"How are women supposed to act around male Na'vi?" Anna asked her thoughts leaping from her mouth. Grace's hand stilled and she looked up sharply at the young girl. Oh God don't let her be interested in a male. Grace pasted on a smile and patted Anna's hand.

"Well it is a more or less equal society, women are warriors and hunters too as I'm sure you've met Beyral." Grace and Anna laughed at this, the spitfire Na'vi was constantly annoying Anna and many nights Anna had complained to Grace.

"When it comes to interaction there are some rules, like basic dignity and respect, why do you ask?"

"I wrestled with Tsu'tey and Ngay'swizav got angry saying my behaviour was inappropriate." Anna sulked. Grace frowned at this, thinking back at what she had observed of the Na'vi.

"If I could get close to the Omatikaya I could find out." Grace grumbled.

"I could see to it, Mo'at seems to have a soft spot for me." Anna said.

"Maybe because you remind her of Neytiri." Grace swore as she let something she had hidden in her heart be exposed. Anna cocked her head inquisitively and Grace wondered if Anna knew she had begun developing Na'vi characteristics.

"Who is Neytiri?" Anna asked. Grace took a deep breath wondering if she should tell Anna the truth but in the end Anna would hear about it eventually, better to tell her now before Anna put her foot in it.

"Ngay'swizav had a sister called Neytiri, she died in an execution." Grace shuddered at the memory and Anna had the good sense not to prod further. She had already learned from Norman that the school where Grace had taught the Na'vi children had been shut down. Apparently a group of Na'vi had set fire to a digger. The humans had come for retribution. Anna cringed at what must have been a horrifying sight and set it to the back of her mind. Perhaps if Ngay'swizav learned to trust her he would tell her the story. Ngay'swizav. Anna almost cried at what could have been, perhaps he was scared of her but she was pretty sure sex wasn't such a big deal. With the miniscule clothing the Na'vi wore, Anna wondered how they weren't romping twenty-four-seven. Anna's lips twitched before bursting out in laughter. Grace gave her a worried look before excusing herself.

"Anna." Anna looked up as Norman jogged towards her. A few of the male staff watched enviously when Anna kissed Norm chastely on the cheek.

"What have you been up to Norm?" Anna asked giving him permission to finish of her meal.

"This place is amazing Anna, the plants are…are amazing. You should come with us today." Anna heard the silent plea in Norman's voice and realised she had been neglecting her friend. Anna squeezed his hand reassuringly promising him that she would definitely meet him and Grace. Perhaps she could also convince the Omatikaya to allow them access to Hometree.

Na'vi translation

Skxawng- Moron

Ikran- Mountain Banshee

Olo'eyktan- Clan Leader

Tsahik- Matriarch and spiritual leader

Omatikaya- Blue Flute Clan

Pa'li- Direhorse

TsahayluNeural bond

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