The lone man sat there at the link pod, drinking his black coffee carefully and wondering about what was in store for him next. He sighed as he downed the rest of the drink, only to spit back a sludgy mess that has hidden in the bottom of the cup. Yuck. He sighed and rung the trashcan with his cup before slipping into the pod. He waved the woman at the computer goodbye, and then there was nothing. Nothing but the blue darkness that lay before his eyes.
He lay there for a few moments, wondering if it would be alright to return to the Omaticaya hometree. Allaysia had pondered his situation at the RDA base for a while now, and also pondered on his dead 'family'. He had been close friends with most of the rebels, even though there was the occasional disagreement about who got the last tube of cherry pie. He frowned as he thought of them, and couldn't wipe the tears from his eyes as they slid down. He simply closed his eyes and watched that tube of light begin. Damn the Renegades. Damn them all to whatever hell Na'vi go to.
He awoke in his hammock at hometree, eyes beginning to get wet from the emotions he had carried from his tawtute form. He tapped the leaf open and sat up, hoping any passerbys would take the tears as the ones most get when they wake up, and wiped them all away. He climbed hesitantly out of the leaf and onto the tree branch, making sure to not glance down at the ground far below. "Why do these monkeys have to sleep so damn high up..." he muttered in english as he balanced himself on the tree's large branch and hurried him way down to breakfast.
Breakfast was good this morning, dried yerik, much better than the coffee that he had resting in his tawtute stomach. He smiled over the meal, made small talk and approached some of the other males, asking of how hunting was yesterday, and also explaining why he had been gone for two days. They talked about how tired he looked, and he waved them off, telling them not to worry. Then they asked if he would like to learn something more than woman's work... He agreed so quickly, it startled them, but only for a second. Then they led him off to pain and pointy sticks...
"Curses..." Allaysia growled, arm raw from pulling the bowstring back like he had seen all the others do. They continued to encourage him, fixing his arm when it needed it, but otherwise they could do nothing. The dreamwalker beside them could barely pull the bow back, much less aim it. He rested for a moment, angry at himself and his weak body. He looked at the bow in his hand, this wasn't what his tribe trained with, at least not often. Then one of the warriors made a retort under his breath, one that did not escape Allaysia's ears. The dreamwalker threw the bow, spearing the target and breaking the bow beyond all repair, and stomped off, mad as hell. The warriors were suprised and ushered him back, careful to not enrage the man anymore. Then they handed him a spear, which next to him, looked absolutely hilarious. They all fell into laughter, pointing at the spear way taller than even him and Allaysia. He had to give it to them, this was pretty funny.
They started up again, only this time Allaysia had a spear instead of an acursed bow. There were fewer things to correct this time, and even though he didn't always hit the target, he got very close to it. The warriors dismissed themselves giving Allaysia time to practice alone, and work on what he needed to most, the flood of sorrow raging in his skull...
