Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait!
Tsyeyk leans back into Father, offering a bite of his fruit, blinking up at him with big eyes. He smiles when Father rumbles in his version of a purr, gently nudging Tsyeyk's face and shoulder. Then Father eats the piece, coarse tongue running along Tsyeyk's palm. Tsyeyk grins, leaning forward to grab another fruit that he didn't recognize. He looks at it with wide eyes and offers it to Tsu'tey to try.
Tsu'tey says something and it sounds like a warning before Tsu'tey reaches over to hold his hand in place by the wrist and takes a small bite, throat working as he chews before swallowing. Tsyeyk looks down at the noticeably smaller bite that Tsu'tey took of the fruit than he has with any of the others before it and that made Tsyeyk hesitant. His ears press back in worry before carefully taking a small bite and immediately scrunches his face.
His cheeks burn as his face scrunches up. He freezes pressing his hands into his cheeks and squeaks out Tsu'tey's name. He can hear laughing around him and Tsu'tey gently rubbing at his back as this sharp intense taste squeezes at his face until it loosens. He rubs at his cheeks back by his ears before looking down at the fruit cautiously.
It was a strange taste but not... unwelcome. It was just different. Tarty.
Sour, his brain tells him, it's sour.
Tsyeyk takes another bite with a less intense reaction, now that he knows what to expect. And another, less intense still. But as he was growing accustomed to the taste, he actually liked it. He digs out the seed in the middle and eats the rest, humming happily.
He leans back into Father again. He stares at the dark brown seed, admiring its strange shape. It's large enough that he can't easily close his fist around it without there being space. He has seen this seed before, there are plenty of beasts in the forest that dig the seed out of its fruit - now Tsyeyk knows that it's this one - and eat the inside. Tsyeyk not sure what the appeal is but a lot of beasts eat it. Now Tsyeyk knows which fruit it comes from. A very sour one.
Motion from beyond Mo'at catches Tsyeyk's attention. A four-armed beast, one that Tsyeyk has seen swinging from the branches of the great big trees around them many times before now is carefully inching closer to them. Its eyes are locked onto the seed in Tsyeyks hand. He was just thinking about that!
Tsyeyk scoots onto his stomach, rolling a sound in his throat, as close to the beast's coo as he can. Mo'at twists around to watch as the beast inches closer and closer, eyeing everyone mistrustfully but Tsyeyk can sense it. The beast really, really wants that seed. Wants it enough to risk coming to the forest floor to get it. Tsyeyk coos again and the beast responds, tilting its head back and forth.
Tsyeyk spreads out as far as he can, holding the seed in the tips of his fingers in offering. He feels Tsu'tey's gentle hand on his lower back, thumb rubbing little circles on the skin there. The beast reaches one of its hands forward to snatch the seed, sniffing it before cooing pleased and scampering away back toward the tree line. Tsyeyk purrs happily, his tail swaying back and forth. Tsyeyk raises up onto his knees to watch until the beast is gone from sight, giggling. He curls his tail a bit, feeling it lightly run across Tsu'tey's cheek. He grins more at Tsu'tey's laugh and the playful pat against his back.
Full and satisfied, Tsyeyk bounces to his feet, racing around the field, laughing in joy as Father springs up to join him. They sprint from one side of the field to the other, Tsyeyk chasing Father - who keeps just out of reach - and Father chasing Tsyeyk - who is winded and laughing as Father cuts off his path but doesn't 'catch' him. They play fight and Tsyeyk runs around chasing beautiful bugs with fluttering wings of bright flamboyant colors. They settle around him, lining his arms and all over his face, then flutter around so that he can chase them, laughing and bouncing jubilantly.
Eventually, Tsu'tey leads Tsyeyk back - panting, sweating and exhausted - to one of the girls, she calls herself Sylwanin, or "Sylly" as Tsyeyk calls her and the other, Neytiri which was much easier for Tsyeyk, but still ended up being "Neytidi" who had gathered long stemmed flowers that they were weaving together. Tsyeyk sat next to them, eyes blown wide, chest heaving as he watches them expertly weaving the flowers together.
Sylwanin finishes hers first and turns to Tsyeyk, placing it on his head, adjusting it a bit so that it will stay in place. Tsyeyk gently touches it, giggling in joy. He spins around to show to Father, dropping his chin to his chest so that Father can sniff at the flowers, huffing.
Tsyeyk is lightly poking the flowers, having turned back when Sylwanin pats his knee to get his attention.
She points to herself and says, "Sylwanin, daughter to Mo'at." Tsyeyk tilts his head at that. She motions to Neytiri. "Neytiri, daughter to Mo'at."
Tsyeyk blinks and points to himself. "Tsyeyk."
Sylwanin smiles, pointing to herself, "Sylwanin," then reaches over and touches Mo'at's stomach, "daughter to Mo'at." Then repeating the action with Neytiri. "Neytiri, daughter to Mo'at."
Tsyeyk frowns, not understanding. He points at Mo'at. "Mo'at?"
Neytiri, finishing her flower crown, passes it to Tsyeyk, who accepts with a gasp and a giggle, balancing it on top of the one that Sylwanin made for him. He grins over at Tsu'tey. "It's pretty!"
Tsu'tey smiles back, eyes flickering between Tsyeyk's bright eyes and the two flower crowns on his head. "Beautiful," he says, softly.
Sylwanin considers, looking over at Mo'at trying to think of how to go about this. She says something to Neytiri before looking over at Tsyeyk again. She take's Tsyeyk's hand to get him to look at her again. When he does, she puts a hand on Mo'at's stomach then makes a motion to herself. "Mo'at is sa'nok."
Tsyeyk tilts his head. "Mo'at?" He hesitates, looking over at Tsu'tey. "Sa...?"
"Sa'nok," Tsu'tey says. Tsyeyk leans into him, pressing his ear toward Tsu'tey's mouth to hear him clearly. "Mother."
"Mother...?" Tsyeyk says slowly. His ears twitch and he feels Mother caress his shoulders with a light, warm breeze. Father tilts his head slightly, rumbling quietly. "Mother?"
"Yes!" Sylwanin says, motioning again from Mo'at's stomach to herself, then to Neytiri. Tsyeyk blinks a few times, curiously, then bulks, realizing what she was saying. He looks at Sylwanin, her soft, delicate features, and then Neytiri's elegant almost regale ones. A blend between both sisters that is distinctly connected to Mo'at. Tsyeyk can see tiny pieces of Mo'at in Sylwanin and Neytiri.
"Yes!" Neytiri says, also grinning, and it's a splitting image of Mo'at.
Tsyeyk's eyes nearly bug out of his head in realization. He bounces up and down in joy, accidently knocking off Neytiri's crown as he stims happily, ears pressing back and tail slapping hard against Tsu'tey's thigh. Tsu'tey laughs, wrapping a hand delicately around his tail to keep it from smacking him, but nothing more.
"Neytiri and Sylwanin's mother," Neytiri says, still smiling, gesturing to Mo'at.
"Neytidi and Sylly's mother!" Tsyeyk exclaims, giggling in joy.
Neytiri gestures, carefully, behind Tsyeyk, "Tsyeyk's father," she says, and Tsyeyk glances over his shoulder at Father, before looking back at Neytiri as she gestures to the man next to her. He has been quietly observing this whole time, speaking only in low tones when he thinks that Tsyeyk's not paying attention. He's been watchful and trying to keep his expression nonthreatening around Tsyeyk. "Neytiri and Sylwanin's father."
Tsyeyk perks up at that, looking between the man - Eytukan, but Tsyeyk doesn't really know how to say that yet - and Father. He's bouncing again, yammering at Father in his excitement. Father looks at the man with icy blue eyes, tilting his head slightly before looking at Tsyeyk again.
Tsyeyk giggles, leaning into Tsu'tey's side as the other boy wraps an arm around his shoulders, lightly nuzzling the side of his head.
Sylwanin considers something before saying something to Mo'at and Eytukan, her golden eyes wide. Mo'at nods, reaching out to take Eytukan's hand and holding it on her lap while saying something to Tsyeyk. The boy doesn't understand, tilting his head a bit. Sylwanin puts a hand on their connected ones and then motions to herself and Neytiri and it clicks for Tsyeyk.
He leans away from Tsu'tey a bit and reaches over his shoulder, grabbing onto the clump of hair that protects the part of him that no one should touch. A sacred part of all of them that connects them to Mother. He holds it up a bit for them to see before pointing at Eytukan and Mo'at. Sylwanin, Neytiri and even Eytukan jolt in surprise. Mo'at smiles and Tsu'tey looks blindingly proud, tail swaying behind him.
Then all their eyes lower to look at the clump of hair, frowning. Tsu'tey's hand, that was on Tsyeyk's shoulder, moves down to his ribs, fingers slotting between the bones. Not understanding their concerned looks, he pushes the clump over his shoulder again. He holds his hands out for them to see and laces them together, looking between Mo'at and Eytukan.
"Haootra," he says softly. Mo'at and Sylwanin shiver, their skin rippling enough for both of them to jump. Neytiri runs her hands up and down her arms, eyes wide while Tsu'tey and Eytukan look between them, confused.
Mo'at says something quickly, her golden eyes bright and Tsyeyk sees Mother shining from within them. She reaches her other hand forward to take Tsyeyk's cupped hands, leaning closer with wide eyes. "Ha..?"
"Ha...oo...tra..." Tsyeyk says, like Tsu'tey does for him, wrapping his lips around the word easily. Mo'at's skin prickles, as does Sylwanin's. Eytukan looks down at his arms, blinking before looking over at Tsu'tey saying something that makes him look down at his own arms.
"Haootra..." Mo'at says softly, her golden eyes bright with curiosity and joy. "Haootra."
Tsyeyk smiles. "Haootra." He unlaces his fingers and takes her hand. "Ey and Mo'at, haootra. Haootra." He tangles their fingers together and looks between Mo'at and Eytukan, mumbling something but not sure how else to say what he's trying to say. Suddenly, they are all talking at once. Their voices pitched up in their excitement, eyes wide. The women explaining to the men. Tsu'tey looking between Mo'at and Tsyeyk. There is awe on his face, wonderment, joy.
As they talk, Tsyeyk eyes the basket of fruit, wanting really badly to have more but he's full and he doesn't want to risk upsetting his stomach. He sinks back into Tsu'tey's side, which thankfully the other boy doesn't seem to mind as Tsyeyk plays with Neytiri's flower crown that had fallen off earlier, trying to understand how it was woven together. Their voices blurring into the background of his mind.
"It's pretty, Tu'tey," Tsyeyk says.
Tsu'tey, who was speaking to Eytukan, looks down at what Tsyeyk was touching on him. It's a thin, colorful threaded bracelet. It's loose and old but well-loved around his right wrist. He blinks down at it for a moment before smiling at Tsyeyk. "Like?"
Tsyeyk nods, grinning as he gently runs a finger across it again. "It's pretty," he says again, eyes wide. "Tu'tey?" He gestures to it.
Tsu'tey shakes his head. "No," he says easily, smiling down at it lightly. "Sylwanin." Then he says something else with the word "gift" in it, but Tsyeyk doesn't know the full context before Tsu'tey's face morphs into a frown. There is sudden tension in the air. Tsyeyk's ears flicker, looking around as Mo'at and Neytiri look between a frowning Eytukan and gently smiling Sylwanin.
Tsu'tey's ears press back slightly as he looks at Sylwanin, then to Tsyeyk, a complex look crossing his face - and a hint of pain. Tsyeyk whimpers, leaning forward to lightly touch his chest and face, looking for injuries.
"Tu'tey, hurt?"
Tsu'tey shivers at Tsyeyk's hands gliding up and down his chest, grabbing onto his wrists and holding them gently in place, shaking his head. "No, Tsyeyk."
"Yes, Tsyeyk," Tsyeyk pouts, still looking for injuries on Tsu'tey's body that would explain the pain on his face. "Tu'tey hurt." Maybe it was under the strange thing wrapped around Tsu'tey's narrow waist, but before Tsyeyk can pull his hands away from Tsu'tey's hold and remove the thing around his waist, Tsu'tey is shaking his head again, fingers rippling along his wrists to get his attention.
"No, Tsu'tey not hurt."
Tsyeyk looks back at him, staring at his gentle expression with a look of contemplation. Tsyeyk chews on his lower lip, eyes gliding over Tsu'tey's body once more still trying to locate what hurt him, but nothing stands out. Tsyeyk nods slowly, as Tsu'tey give his wrists a gentle squeeze before letting him go. Tsyeyk looks down at the bracelet on Tsu'tey's wrist, tilting his head to the side as he softly runs a finger along it, ears twitching.
Tsu'tey looks over at Sylwanin and says something softly, the lilt apologetic. He looks sad, ashamed, even as one of his hands wrap gently around Tsyeyk's forearm, gently. He looks distraught, glancing between Tsyeyk and Sylwanin as he says his apology again and then some more things.
Sylwanin shakes her head, glancing over at Tsyeyk with a gentle look on her face, saying something as well "Tsyeyk" and "beautiful". Tsu'tey looks stricken for a moment but then agrees, nodding and looking at Tsyeyk, also saying, "beautiful" and more. Tsyeyk smiles at him, glancing between two of them, then to Mo'at, who looks peaceful, Eytukan, who's expression is tight but there is a touch of reluctant understanding, and Neytiri, who was staring back at him. She smiles lightly and Tsyeyk smiles back at her.
He looks around before looking at Tsu'tey. "Beautiful?" he asks. He looks around again to find what it is that they were talking about. All the things that Mother made were beautiful, and they were surrounded by them. But he doesn't know what in specific that they are talking about. "Tu'tey?"
Tsu'tey smiles faintly, leaning forward to press his forehead against Tsyeyk's for the briefest of seconds, whispering something soft and sweet with the words "Tsyeyk" and "beautiful" again before pulling back. He looks back over at a smiling Sylwanin and looks miserable once more which only seems to make her smile wider. They talk for a bit, voices soft. Tsu'tey's apologetic and remorseful, and Sylwanin's sweet and comforting. She laughs softly every time he apologizes, shaking her head.
Tsyeyk feels eyes on him, and he glances over his shoulder at Eytukan, ears flicking. He was facing Tsu'tey with his back to the rest of them. The male appears resigned to something. He sighs softly, nodding a bit to Tsyeyk, which makes him tilt his head to the side. They stare into each other's eyes and Tsyeyk senses the resignation from the frowning man. Even the harsh pull of his expression is softening slightly more and more.
He likes Tsyeyk, the boy can tell. Likes him enough that whatever seemed to be bothering him is loosening up his expression even more. Tsyeyk grins at him, tails swirling around happily behind him, and it seems to make Eytukan smile more, even if there is still something guarded about his expression. Tsyeyk's tail sways more and he can see behind the older male that his tail is lightly swaying too. Neytiri is looking between Sylwanin and Tsu'tey but Mo'at is smiling at Tsyeyk and Eytukan. Her golden eyes flickering between the two, her smile growing at the looks being shared between them.
She murmurs something, looking amused and Eytukan frowns at her, yet the tip of his tail curls as he glances over at Tsyeyk again, smiling ever so slightly when Tsyeyk cheeses at him.
Sylwanin's hand touches Tsyeyk's back and he twists a bit to look at her. She smiles, running a hand down his spine and Tsyeyk turns a bit to look at her better, head tilting slightly.
"I want you to both be happy, so I'm okay with this," she says, but Tsyeyk doesn't understand her words. They seem to be important though, and he feels like they lift some of the weight bearing down on Tsu'tey's shoulders, who smiles slightly at her, affection and understanding in his eyes at whatever they had been talking about. She says it a few times, as if knowing that he wanted to commit it to memory so that one day he will be able to understand.
Father was ready to leave not too long after. He stood up, stretching as far as muscles could pull before leaning down to nuzzle at Tsyeyk's head, rumbling softly. Tsyeyk nods, climbing to his feet and stretching as well. He waves at Sylwanin and Neytiri, shyly smiles at Eytukan and nuzzles Mo'at's cheek, giggling when she nuzzles back. He touches pieces of her headdress for a moment, mesmerized before Father rumbles again, carefully stalking toward the tree line as the sun dips closer to the horizon. There are still a few hours of light left, but Father is no doubt tired.
Tsyeyk turns to Tsu'tey, who stands up to say farewell. Tsyeyk steps into his open arms and purrs, nuzzling Tsu'tey's neck and cheek. Tsu'tey's arms are so warm around him and Tsyeyk sinks into them. He folds his own arms between their chests and curls closer for warmth, lightly nosing Tsu'tey's collarbone before smiling up at him. But instead of smiling back, Tsu'tey is frowning.
"Cold?" He asks, then mimics shivering.
Tsyeyk smiles at him, shaking his head. No, Tsu'tey is very warm. Tsyeyk loves it. Tsu'tey squeezes him tightly as Tsyeyk nuzzles as close as he can before they finally pull apart. Tsyeyk looks at Tsu'tey's choker, touching the beads with his fingers, grinning a bit as Tsu'tey's hands squeeze his waist, pressing his lips to the center of Tsyeyk's forehead softly before pulling away completely.
Tsyeyk touches the beads at Tsu'tey's throat again before turning and following after Father and back to their home, waving at the family and Tsu'tey.
"Bye bye!" Sylwanin says standing. Neytiri and Mo'at joining her on her feet, Eytukan moving slower to his feet.
"Bye bye!" Tsyeyk repeats, giggling as he runs up next to father, leaving the Na'vi behind.
Father hunts on the way back, getting some food for himself, munching away as the bones of the animal crunch between his teeth as they walk the familiar path to their cave. Once they get back to their home, they play wrestle for a while, growling and snapping at one another until Tsyeyk tires out, laying down while curled up in Tsu'tey's blanket closing his eyes. Before falling asleep, Tsyeyk feels Father curl around him, nuzzling his hair and the sweat drying there before running his nose lightly across Tsyeyk's cheek. Father settles down around him, curling protectively before Tsyeyk drops off into sleep with Father not far behind him.
Tsyeyk dreams of Tsu'tey. Beautiful, elegant Tsu'tey. Dreams of them traveling the world together. To places Tsyeyk's mind can't comprehend as he has never seen it. In the dream it is clear and vibrant and beautiful, but in his waking mind, it's a blur. He can't recall anything aside from Tsu'tey being there with him.
He dreams of the forest too, but with utter clarity when both sleeping and awake, going from one corner to the other. All the plants and animals that they see. He dreams of Tsu'tey telling him all of them, because Tsu'tey knew everything. He can feel the warmth of Tsu'tey's hand on his back, sliding from his ribs to his waist. He can feel his breath huffing against the side of his face with a laugh. The way his pretty eyes sparkle and crinkle when he smiles. How gentle his expression is, staring back at Tsyeyk. How soft and sweet he is.
Like Father being his father. Like Mother being his mother. Tsu'tey was... well, Tsu'tey was his family. He knows this. He can feel it in his bones. Tsu'tey was meant to be his. Tsu'tey is Mother's gift to him. And once Tsyeyk learns how to express it, he'll ensure that Tsu'tey knows that he'll do everything he can to prove himself worthy of his strong, beautiful, lovely Tsu'tey.
Because as Mo'at and Eytukan are. So too is Tsyeyk and Tsu'tey. Meant to be in all ways.
Mother made Tsu'tey for Tsyeyk. And Mother made Tsyeyk for Tsu'tey. Together, they are one big family. And maybe Mo'at, Eytukan, Sylwanin and Neytiri can be part of their family too.
They met up again, the following day. Tsyeyk was so happy to see them, hugging the girls tightly, which only Neytiri was hesitant to return, even if only for a split second, and when he turned to Eytukan, the man reached out and patted the top of his head, then placed both hands on his shoulder, giving them a squeeze before stepping back. Tsu'tey welcomed him, laughing as Tsyeyk nuzzled him, blabbing to him about the dream he had the night before.
Tsu'tey smiled and listened, but didn't understand what Tsyeyk was saying, which upset Tsyeyk enough to pout in the grass, staring up at the sky while Tsu'tey reassured him, lightly running his fingers through Tsyeyk's wild mane. He stayed like that for a little while, eventually moving to rest his cheek on Tsu'tey's thigh, poking at dark freckles on his stomach and chest, counting, while everyone else had gathered around to talk, even Father dropped down to join them with big yawn.
"Tsyeyk?"
Tsyeyk looks up a while later at the sound of his name from the bug he was watching climbing across Father's side, up and down the ridges of his ribs. Father grumbled at him earlier for putting the bright, colorful eight-legged bug on him, lip curled, but Tsyeyk whined back at him, and Father just laid his head down again. Sylwanin was scared of it, mouth twisting in horror at the sight of it, and everyone seemed worried about it, but Tsu'tey soothed them, even though he looked worried of the brightly colored bug. Mo'at stepped away to gather plants that she mixed together but just kept it with her without saying anything.
The longer Tsyeyk played with it, letting it crawl across Father, and then all over his hands, the more perplexed they looked.
Danger, the bug says without words, the feeling crawling across his skin, my color means I am dangerous.
But now Sylwanin was talking to him. Tilting his head a bit while looking over his shoulder at him, he says, "Sylly?"
She smiles a bit at his horrendous attempt at her name and gestures to him. "Tsyeyk's father?"
Tsyeyk picks up the bug in his hand carefully and twists around to face her, feeling it walking along his palm. "Tsyeyk's father?" Tsyeyk echoes. He leans back quickly into Father's side, making him grunt in pain then growl in a low rumble at Tsyeyk but doesn't move from where he's laying. "Father, Tsyeyk's father."
Sylwanin makes a vague gesture that Tsyeyk follows with his eyes, but doesn't understand as she says, "Tsyeyk's mother?" Then something else that he doesn't understand before repeating herself slower. "Tsyeyk's mother?"
Mo'at says something, then Eytukan, then Tsu'tey, before they all look between each other then to him. Tsyeyk looks confused, not understanding what they want from him. So, he blankly repeats, "Tsyeyk's mother?" Then as he says it, he realizes what she's asking as she waves her hands around again, as if looking for something.
They want to meet Tsyeyk's mother?
Father sits up immediately, startling the family and Tsu'tey, all of which keep tensing whenever Father moves too fast, but he doesn't spare them a look, he's just staring at Tsyeyk with bright, intense eyes. If Tsyeyk wants to, Father will allow him to bring them to Mother.
Tsyeyk looks from Father to Tsu'tey, eyes wide. "Tu'tey? Tu'tey, Tsyeyk's mother?"
Tsu'tey doesn't appear to understand for a moment, then realization flickers across his face and he nods. "Tsu'tey, Tsyeyk's mother." His smile is gentle, sweet, with a touch of weariness. His eyes flicker to Father, as if worried that Mother would be as standoffish as Father is. But the thought makes Tsyeyk laugh, his eyes cresting with his joy as he rolls up to his feet, taking a few steps away and lowering the colorful bug into the grass and turning to race back to Tsu'tey, holding out his hand to the prone boy.
"Tu'tey! Mother, Tu'tey!" Tsyeyk is bouncing in excitement. Tsu'tey takes his hand, climbing to his feet, asking something but Tsyeyk's not sure what, before Tsyeyk turns and drags him away. Tsu'tey barely has enough time to grab the bag he had earlier off the grass before trying to keep up with Tsyeyk spurt of energy. Mo'at, Eytukan and their girls follow after. Maybe the hunters from earlier follow too. Father, though, bounds ahead quickly, knowing where Tsyeyk was heading. Father disappears into the underbrush faster than Tsyeyk and Tsu'tey can move, and once he's out of sight, a few moments later, a powerful roar tears through the forest, sending all sorts of beasts fleeing from the area.
Tsu'tey tenses, gripping Tsyeyk's hand hard, but Tsyeyk just smiles back at him, giggling. Tsu'tey smiles a bit, weakly, but his other hand is pressing into the curved claw at his side, eyes darting about. Neytiri, a few steps behind, calls out something to Tsyeyk but he doesn't understand what she's saying beyond his name.
Tsu'tey though, says, "Tsyeyk" and "Mother" which makes Tsyeyk loudly exclaim, "Mother! Mother!"
Mother twirls around them, brushing against their skin and pulling lightly at their hair. She welcomes them, reminding Tsyeyk that she is everywhere. That they can feel her everywhere and see her. But Tsyeyk knows that there is a place where they will definitely see her, just in case he doesn't know how else to show them to her. And besides, he would love to be under her light, feel her warmth and see her color. He wouldn't mind it at all.
Everyone is looking around in the trees as if Mother would simply fall from them, which makes Tsyeyk laugh at how silly they were being. He calls out to her, letting her know that they were coming, and she just laughs like chittering bugs that sing sharp songs and the beat of wings from beasts that fly overhead.
They travel for a few minutes, the trees getting thicker and darker, crowding together more as they slope downward, more and more and more into growing darkness until they push through thick foliage and there stands Mother. Her trees bright and purple and beautiful. Glittering and sparkling. Father stands by the largest of Mother's trees, the purple tendrils hanging around him, turning his white skin a violet hue. His markings gleam in the darkness and his icy blue eyes are unnaturally bright. Mother's power making him stronger.
Tsyeyk stands there, arms wide open as he looks around, Mother rains down slowly, floating white orbs of light dance closer to him, spinning and swirling. Tsyeyk lets go of Tsu'tey's hand and spins around, laughing in joy and dancing with Mother. The small specks of Mother pulsate and dance, twirling and swaying. They swim around him, kissing his skin lightly whenever they land on it, which tickles.
In his spinning and twirling, Tsyeyk can see Mo'at, Eytukan, their girls and Tsu'tey looking around. At him. At the fragments of Mother. At the glowing trees. At Father standing by the largest tree, watching them. Mo'at moves closer, her eyes flickering around as the rest of them talk in confusion behind her. Mo'at steps closer again, turning from Tsyeyk's gleeful dancing to look at Father, golden eyes widening more and more as her hand raises to her mouth in awe. Father's icy eyes turn toward Tsyeyk then he lowers his chin to the ground to Tsyeyk before looking to Mo'at meaningfully.
Mo'at's back stiffens as she looks over at Tsyeyk. She swallows thickly and calls out softly, "Tsyeyk?"
Tsyeyk, panting and giggling breathlessly, turns to look at her, ears perking. "Mo'at?"
"Mother?" She says, then gestures as Sylwanin did earlier. Her eyes are so wide, face slack with surprise and awe. "M-Mother?"
Tsyeyk moves to Mo'at reaching out to take her hand and leading her over to the dangling tendrils from Mother's trees. The eyes of her girls, Eytukan and Tsu'tey follow them, still speaking, but this time to Mo'at and Tsyeyk but he doesn't know what they are saying. He just puts her hand onto the dangling tendrils, laughing as it glows brighter at Mo'at's touch. Then Tsyeyk reaches out and touches the strands saying, "Mother, Mo'at! Tsyeyk's Mother!"
And the forest sings as the land around them lights up, the purple of the trees near blinding. The roots along the ground a dim white pattern of light slithering through each one of them, showing how they all connect to one another beneath the dirt. The dancing specks of Mother's power turn into blinding orbs, still spinning and swirling around. The surrounding darkness by the trees sparkles like the lights on the skin of the Na'vi. And Tsyeyk's own skin lights up, the freckles brightening, and an intricate swirling pattern lights up under his skin.
Even Father's skin, patterns like intricate swirls similar to Tsyeyk but a different design light up as those icy blue eyes burn like the light that Tsu'tey used to warm up the meat that Tsyeyk had two days before. Blazing blue, brighter than even the light his skin gives off. Power flows through them as Father tips his head back and lets out a mighty roar that shakes the forest around them.