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Maru remembers the night that Jakesully arrived at the Omatikaya’s Hometree and Mo’at’s decision that Neytiri would teach him the ways of the People.
After, when she and her friends sat together at dinner, they laughed over the idea. They could tell that her mother’s order frustrated Neytiri, and they did genuinely feel sorry for her. None of them wanted to be the one to teach someone who couldn’t See their ways either.
However, the thought of their stubborn, determined, fiery friend bending that skxawng to her will made all of them smile.
He has no idea what he’s getting into.
But it’s been almost two months now, and something has changed.
At the beginning, Neytiri was exactly how everyone expected her to be. She was stern and focused – pushing the Dreamwalker hard and having no mercy for him when he stumbled or fell. Maru can’t count the number of times she’s seen Neytiri swat him in irritation while walking by their lessons.
Then Maru and her friends watched with surprise as Neytiri began to soften. She smiled, laughed, and teased Jake in ways they hadn’t seen her do since her sister’s death. Maru remembers the girl Neytiri was before that tragic incident – playful, energetic, adventurous – and how so much of that disappeared after Sylwanin was killed.
And yet now that this Dreamwalker is in her life, those things are coming back.
Maru is at the cooking fire, eating a savory breakfast stew before she goes to work on a new loincloth she is making for the upcoming Hunt Festival. She looks up from her bowl just in time to watch Neytiri and Jake enter the area – their heads leaning into each other’s space as they chat.
Her eyes lock onto them, and she follows them as they move across to where the food is being handed out. Jake appears to be telling Neytiri some kind of story, and when he finishes – flashing a bright, warm smile at his teacher – she laughs.
Maru feels something in her chest squeeze. It’s been a while since she’s seen her friend laugh like that.
The pair make their way over to where the stew is being scooped out into bowls and each get a helping. They greet a few warriors next to them before returning to their conversation, completely enraptured in each other and the world they have built for themselves admist the early morning noise.
“Oel ngati kameie, sister!” A cheerful voice draws Maru’s attention away from Jake and Neytiri. She looks up to find Pxatsa, her older sister, smiling down at her, a bowl of stew in her hands.
Maru touches her hand to her forehead in greeting and her sister sits down next to her, digging into her breakfast with relish. Maru’s eyes drift back over to Neytiri and Jake and finds them sitting down, eating bites of food in between their words.
“What are you looking at?” Pxatsa asks, trying to follow Maru’s gaze.
“Neytiri and her Dreamwalker,” she answers, then glances at the other woman. “Can I ask you something?”
Pxatsa blinks at her in surprise. “Of course! Is something wrong?”
Maru shakes her head.
“No, not wrong. I just…” she scrambles for words, finding it suddenly hard to articulate what she’s noticed.
Her eyes glance between the clan members all around them, but none of them are focused on their tsakarem and her student. They eat, talk, and laugh – going about their daily business as though nothing has changed. And perhaps nothing has. Maybe Maru is just seeing things that aren’t there.
But when she looks over at Neytiri and Jake, she sees her friend looking at the Dreamwalker like she’s everything she has ever wanted. And Jake looks at her in return, like she’s the center of the universe. Even though they are just talking, the way their eyes catch, and hold feels too intimate to be happening in front of other people.
Am I the only one who sees this?
“Do you think anything between Neytiri and Jake has…changed?”
She looks over at Pxatsa in time to see the other woman look over at the couple – her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies them.
“They do seem to be closer,” she admits. “But that’s good, right? That they have become friends? Neytiri was so upset when she was told she was going to have to teach him. At least now, she’s enjoying it.”
Maru bites her lip, wondering if she should keep her thoughts to herself. But she’s never been good at keeping secrets from her sister.
“Enjoying it perhaps a little too much.”
Pxatsa gives her a sharp look. “You can’t be serious. Neytiri would never…”
Her voice trails off as both women turn to look at Neytiri again.
They study the way she turns to talk to someone next to her, the way Jake’s attention switches to his food, but his ears twitch back toward the sound of her voice. Even his body is angled toward her, like there’s something inside of him that is drawn to her at all times.
They watch as the person Neytiri is talking to moves away and she once again turns back to Jake – her face softening into a smile almost immediately. He whispers something to her, and she laughs around a spoonful of stew, her eyes twinkling with happiness.
“Oh.”
Maru turns back to her sister, and Pxatsa’s wide eyes meet her own. They stare at each other for a second, and Maru feels a strange, sudden urge to laugh. Thinking back to when they thought Neytiri was going to run Jake into the ground – and she did, to be fair – but somewhere along the way she…developed feelings for him?
Pxatsa clears her throat and turns back to her food.
“It’s none of our business,” she says, although Maru can tell from her voice she’s not convinced. “Neytiri can handle herself.”
“She’s tsakarem! She’s supposed to be betrothed to Tsu’tey! Jake’s a Dreamwalker!”
Maru pauses for a second and thinks about that laugh. The way her friend’s eyes sparkled. Seeing her genuinely joyful.
She sighs. “...he makes her happy.”
Pxatsa pauses and sneaks another look.
“But surely Neytiri knows better than to let this go any further than just a crush…right?”
Maru would have said yes without hesitation before, but now, she wonders.
“I hope so,” she says slowly. “But until she gets it under control, I hope she hides it better. The last thing she needs is the rest of the clan noticing and starting to talk about it.”
Both women look around at the people gathered around them. Once a rumor got hold, nothing could stop it until it made its rounds to everyone, regardless of if it was true or not. If they found out that their beloved tsakarem had a crush on her new student…there would be chaos.
Maru glances over at her friend, who is wrapped up in her own little world.
Neytiri, what are you doing?
* * * *
Takuk had heard the whispers that Neytiri and Jakesully were getting close, but he didn’t realize how close they were until today.
The whole clan seems to be buzzing with it at this point – or at least the people Neytiri and Takuk’s age are, the ones who saw her and the Dreamwalker together the most often. Even Takuk has noticed it, although all he’s noticed was that they were no longer the reluctant teacher and stumbling student they began their journey as.
When he heard Maru tell their group of friends that Neytiri seemed to be interested in Jake, he rolled his eyes. He didn’t see romantic interest – he saw friendship. Two people who got along and enjoyed spending time together, despite the gaps in their experience and knowledge. The gaps in where they came from.
It was nice to see, and it annoyed Takuk that people were so quick to spread rumors about their tsakarem.
He couldn’t imagine Neytiri having feelings for Jake, although it was obvious from the beginning that Jake was attracted to her.
Takuk noticed it on Jake’s first day with the Omatikaya – the way his eyes would follow her around with nothing but admiration in them. In the months since, that admiration has only strengthened, and Takuk didn’t need to be told to know that he cared for his teacher.
He can’t blame Jake – Neytiri is a beautiful, strong woman with a compassionate heart and an infectious laugh. He remembers the girl she was before Sylwanin died and, like Maru brought to his attention, he could see those parts of her returning. The parts that were lighthearted and carefree underneath her shy exterior.
There are so many wonderful things about Neytiri that it makes sense that anyone who spent as much time with her as Jake does would develop feelings for her. How could they not?
But he was convinced that was all there was to the rumors. People seeing how much Jake cared and assumed Neytiri cared the same for him in return.
Foolish!
Now Takuk is standing in the middle of the forest on a hunt with Jake, Neytiri, and a couple other warriors, and he realizes he couldn’t have been more wrong.
She has feelings for him too.
Takuk has known Neytiri his entire life, and he’s never seen her behave this way with anyone.
The fact that it’s with a Dreamwalker makes it even stranger. Until Jake arrived, the only Sky Person Takuk had ever seen Neytiri speak highly of was Grace, their old teacher, and even then Neytiri stopped talking about her after she was banished.
Seeing her become friends with Jake was surprising, but seeing all of this? It makes Takuk feel like he is dreaming.
This hunt is supposed to help Jake get a feel for what it’s like to be part of a hunting party. Neytiri asked Takuk to join them along with Maru and another young hunter named Rìayn. They were all familiar with each other, and the group quickly fell into a comfortable rhythm of conversation as they trekked through the forest.
There was a lot of good-natured teasing – Jake giving back as good as he got, much to the amusement of Takuk and his friends. But after being together for more than an hour, Takuk can’t help but notice the way Neytiri’s eyes follow him as he moves, breaking into a smile at his jokes and rolling her eyes playfully at his sassy comments.
Takuk also notices the way his gaze flickers to her constantly, as if checking to see if she enjoys his quips as much as the others do.
It’s like they can’t tear their eyes away from each other.
When the group finds the first set of tracks of the trip, the others stand back and allow Jake to bend down and check them out. The point is for him to learn, and while they want to see if he needs any help, they respectfully allow him to try first.
Neytiri crouches down next to him, and he glances up at her, explaining what he sees and what direction he thinks the animal is moving in. Takuk, just by overhearing, is impressed with how well Jake is doing, and when he glances at Neytiri, he can see the pride in her eyes as she listens.
“Well done,” she praises, and Jake’s answering smile is warm enough to be felt all the way back where Takuk and the others are standing.
“Do you see what I mean?” Maru whispers under her breath, Takuk’s ears twitching back to listen. “This is more than just friendship.”
He glances back and meets her eyes before looking over at Rìayn, who is trying to hide his smile.
“Are you telling me Tsu’tey was never this attentive when he was training you, Maru?” He teases, and Takuk and Maru both snort at the thought of the stern Olo’eyktan in training doing what Neytiri is currently doing with Jake.
“I know it is shocking for you to hear,” Maru responds drily. “But no.”
The three of them glance back toward Neytiri and Jake just in time to watch the Dreamwalker stand. He moves off into the trees, and Neytiri follows him. Takuk and his friends move to keep pace, making sure they are still behind the other two so they can whisper to each other as they walk.
“I thought everyone was just reading into it before,” Takuk admits. “But you’re right. There are feelings on both sides. The way she looks at him?”
“And how gentle she is with him,” Rìayn adds.
Maru nods and exhales sharply.
“And I don’t even think they realize how obvious they are. They’re completely unconcerned.”
Takuk’s lips twitch. “I’m surprised Tsu’tey hasn’t noticed yet. He would have put a stop to this as soon as he did.”
Everyone knew that Neytiri and Tsu’tey were not a love match, but even though there weren’t any romantic feelings between them, they were still good friends. More like brother and sister than mates ever should be, but her parents thought it would be best for the clan if they mated.
Neither Tsu’tey nor Neytiri seemed willing to fight against it so soon after Sylwanin’s loss.
But for Neytiri to fall in love with a Dreamwalker? With how much anger Tsu’tey still harbored against the Sky People for what happened to Sylwanin? It’s hard to imagine him being okay with this unless he’s somehow completely oblivious to the relationship blooming during language lessons and bow practice.
“If they continue to behave like this, he will figure it out soon,” Rìayn says. “Half the clan seems is whispering about them.”
Takuk knows he’s right, and he shakes his head.
“I’m sure it will blow over,” he says, a little more confidently than he feels. “As soon as Jake finishes his training, Neytiri will return to her duties, and it will be as if none of this happened.”
Maru grunts, and all three friends exchange unconvinced looks, sharing the same thought.
It may have already progressed too far for that.
* * * *
Ka’ani likes to think of himself as a patient person, but even he has to admit his patience is wearing thin when he watches Jake and Neytiri tease each other during their flying lessons once again.
They are supposed to be practicing flight formations as a group – the three of them plus two others. Tsu’tey was originally going to oversee the exercise, as he often does, but was called away by the Olo’eyktan. Neytiri, as the next best ikran rider, is meant to be leading them in his place.
Her teaching methods are currently leaving a lot to be desired.
Ka’ani looks over his shoulder at where Neytiri and Jake are flying at his side, returned from taking a detour chasing each other around a large group of trees.
Despite his frustrations, he can’t help but be impressed with how quickly Jake has picked up flying – Ka’ani tamed his ikran on the same day as the Dreamwalker, and he still feels like he struggles sometimes with the maneuvers. Jake, however, seems to be a natural, soaring through the air with an easy confidence Ka’ani can’t help but envy.
For someone who was not born here, he has fit in very well.
Ka’ani has thought the same thing through all of Jake’s training. Although Neytiri taught Jake mostly her own, the pair did occasionally join Ka’ani, Saeyla, and Tsu’tey for various activities, and the more time Ka’ani spent with the other man, the more he grew to like him.
He could tell that Jake was genuinely trying his hardest to learn the Omatikaya’s ways and that, along with the respect he showed, helped lower Ka’ani’s walls. Without even realizing it, he quickly found himself laughing at the Dreamwalker’s jokes and telling him about his life with the clan.
Ka’ani remembers Grace Augustine with fondness – as did most of the Omatikaya children – but he could understand why Neytiri and so many of the others were wary of Jake when he first arrived. Ka’ani was also unsure, although he did his best to be kind and welcoming after Eytukan and Mo’at declared he would stay.
Now, however, Ka’ani can’t deny that he looks at Jake and sees a friend. Someone he is proud to know and who he was proud to complete his Iknimaya alongside.
I would appreciate if he stopped distracting our teacher, though…
He sneaks another look at them.
He knows they’ve been flying together at different times too – he’s seen them head out from Hometree and the way they come back glowing and full of laughter. The way they talk about their flights with exhilaration and excitement, describing the different tricks they tried to anyone who listens.
The way they look at each other doing those moments refuses to leave his head. Completely entranced with each other. Ka’ani knows there have been rumors going around that the two of them have feelings for each other, and he believes them without question. Has seen the evidence with his own eyes
They look at each other like they would rather die than look away.
There is something about them – something that Ka’ani thinks most of the clan has noticed already, and if they haven’t, they soon will. They are like two of a whole, fitting against each other in ways that just make sense.
Ka’ani doesn’t know exactly how to put it into words, but seeing the two of them together? It’s like something inside his chest is like, ‘Yes, that works. They were always meant to find each other.’
Maybe he should be more skeptical. Maybe he should be more worried about the differences between them and everything currently standing in their way. After all, they are two different species. They are from two completely different backgrounds. Neytiri is tsakarem and betrothed to another man.
But while all of those things are true, Ka’ani doesn’t think any of those things matter to Jake and Neytiri. They love each other, and Ka’ani can’t help but believe that they are meant to be together. As much as any two people he has ever seen.
I guess we’re just waiting for the two of them to realize it and do something.
Just as the thought crosses his mind, Ka’ani watches as Jake has his ikran dive under Neytiri’s and come up suddenly, cutting her off and forcing her to pull up. She yells at him, and he laughs, but Ka’ani can see the smile on her face as she leans forward across Seze’s back, urging the animal after him.
Jake zips away, and Neytiri follows, their laughter trailing behind them as they leave Ka’ani and the other hunters flying in a small group.
Ka’ani has to stop himself from calling after them and telling them to get back into formation. He’s technically younger than Jake – even if they did finish their coming-of-age ceremonies around the same time – and he has no right to order Neytiri around. All he can do is watch them go and wish that Tsu’tey was here to keep them under control.
Another one of the warriors pulls their ikran up next to Ka’ani and looks over at him. Ka’ani looks back, both of them sharing a mirrored look of amused frustration.
“Do you think this training exercise is over?” The other warrior asks.
Ka’ani looks toward where Neytiri and Jake are chasing each other, doing dips and turns any time the other gets close. They’ve come back every other time they’d done this, but there isn’t much learning happening, and Ka’ani is pretty sure they will keep doing this until the rest of the group gets tired and leaves.
He sighs.
“I think so.”
The other warrior laughs and gestures to the third member of their party. The two of them swerve aside and fly back toward Hometree.
Ka’ani turns to look one more time at Jake and Neytiri – unable to keep a smile off his face as he listens to the sound of their whooping laughter – and then turns his own ikran to follow his friends.
* * * *
Soawä can’t believe the Hunt Festival has finally arrived – she feels like she’s been waiting for it for months.
It’s always been one of her favorite holidays – a time of joyful celebration where the entire clan joins together for food and dancing. Everyone dresses up and passes around kava and tells stories. Legends of the first Toruk Makto all the way down to their own hunts embellished a bit for added drama or an extra laugh.
With everything that has been happening recently with the Sky People and Jake arriving, it’s good that the clan finally has something else they can move their attention to. Something happy and fun. Something that reminds them of the good that exists all around them, even though sometimes it's hard to remember..
Eywa has not abandoned us.
Soawä’s eyes drift over to the dancers circling the fire from her spot next to the musicians. She loves to dance, but promised to sit and listen to her mate-to-be play her flute before she pulls her into the fray. There will be plenty of time for dancing later.
One figure in particular catches Soawä’s gaze, and she smiles when she realizes that it’s her friend Neytiri.
The other woman is beautifully dressed in a new outfit with brightly colored tassels dripping from her arms. They fly through the air as she moves, and Soawä takes a second to admire how graceful her friend is. She can still remember when the two of them learned to dance together – young girls giggling and teasing each other when they should have been focused on the instructor.
Thankfully, it hasn’t hindered our skills any.
As she watches Neytiri move around the fire, she struggles to remember the last time she saw her friend dance. It’s been longer than it should have, and the more she thinks about it, the more convinced Soawä is that it must have been before Sylwanin’s death.
It’s been more than two years since Neytiri danced at an Omatikaya celebration.
Soawä can’t blame her. She knows how hard Sylwanin’s loss hit Neytiri and how it drained so much of the joy and excitement out of her friend. She didn’t have the heart to participate anymore, pouring herself into her new duties and only taking breaks to venture into the forest to hunt.
Pastimes like dancing faded until they were left to gather dust like her sister’s unused belongings.
I wonder what brought about this sudden change of heart?
Soawä’s eyes dart over to the man watching her friend dance with an expression of such longing on his face that she can feel it from where she is.
Jakesully couldn’t be more obvious if he tried – his eyes are locked onto his teacher as she spins and dips in graceful, beautiful arcs. It has never been a secret that he admires Neytiri greatly – and has from the moment he arrived at the Omatikaya’s home – but it has gone far beyond that.
He loves her.
And Soawä knows Neytiri feels the same.
She remembers talking to her friend back when the rumors first started, asking if it was true she was interested in the Dreamwalker.
Neytiri’s eyes grew wide with shock and then indignation.
“Of course not!” She said, frowning. “I would never feel that way toward a Dreamwalker. My place is here. With the People.”
Soawä could tell she was genuine. She may be becoming friends with Jake, but there were no romantic feelings toward him.
Yet.
It didn’t take long for it to change.
Soawä has been watching it happen – watching the way her friend’s feelings progressed until she was just as wild about Jake as he was about her. No matter how impossible it seemed that they could make it work, there was something that drew them to each other.
When Soawä asked Neytiri about her feelings only a week ago, her friend couldn’t even answer. She stared back at the other woman with sad eyes, and Soawä reached out to take her hand. Neytiri licked her lips and looked away, focusing on a purple flower blooming not far from the log they were sitting on.
“I know I shouldn’t,” she whispered. “But he’s everything I’ve ever wanted. When I’m with him…I feel happier than I have in years.”
“Are you going to do something about it?” Soawä asked.
Neytiri blinked and looked back at her friend.
“How can I?” The heartbreak on her face was plain. “What could I do? We’re from different worlds. I have my duties to the clan. To Tsu’tey.”
Soawä didn’t have any words to help. There was nothing she could say to make it better because she too was at a loss of what they could do.
She squeezed Neytiri’s hand.
“The Great Mother wouldn’t put him in your path for no reason.”
But those were the only words she had.
She blinks back into the present as the dance ends and Neytiri makes her way over to where Jake is watching her. She grabs his hand, and although Soawä can’t hear what they’re saying, she assumes Neytiri is asking him to dance. Jake shakes his head, but Neytiri doesn’t take no for an answer and drags him out behind her.
Soawä watches as they begin to dance and although Jake is clumsy, there’s something strangely electric about the moment that makes it hard to look away. They dance together for a short time and then their eyes lock, freezing in the center of the circle with their hands clasped.
At first no one notices, and then the eyes of the clan shift to find them.
Everyone seems to hold their breath as the raw, vibrant truth unfolds in front of them. There is no more denying what is clear to anyone with eyes.
Neytiri and Jake are in love with each other.
Soawä’s eyes flick over to Tsu’tey, and she sees rage. She moves on to Mo’at and Eytukan, and she sees concern. The three people who have been in the dark the longest are finally waking up to what is going on between the tsakarem and her student.
And she finds herself hoping they won’t be able to break the pair apart.
Please let them be happy.
* * * *
Ipx loves going to the Tree of Voices to commune with the ancestors – it’s a place that always makes them feel at peace as they process the events of the day or week.
They prefer going at night, when the rest of the clan is busy with other tasks and the sacred grove is quiet and still. There is occasionally another person or two wandering around, but for the most part Ipx gets to be alone. They tend to get stuck in their own head – thoughts swirling around until they threaten to drown out everything else. Visiting the Tree of Voices and connecting to the ancestors helps.
It allows Ipx to focus on something else. To let the joy and laughter of those who have come before them sweep their thoughts away. It gives Ipx the chance to feel like they are outside their head – existing in a space where only good things exist.
It’s where I go when I need to feel calm.
Tonight, Ipx slips away from the celebration the clan is throwing for Jakesully.
Now that the Dreamwalker is officially part of the Omatikaya, everyone is using it as an excuse to enjoy food and dancing. Ipx can’t blame the others – they enjoy both of those things as well – but it’s getting late and Ipx wants to stop by the sacred grove before everyone disperses to their own beds.
Ipx’s brother tends to drink a bit too much kava at celebrations like this, and Ipx is sure he’s going to need help finding his hammock once it’s all over. If Ipx wants a little time alone, they will need to do it before the celebration officially ends and their brother attempts to find his way to bed on his own.
They roll their eyes good naturedly at the thought, but there’s warm affection in their heart. Ipx’s brother is a good person with a big, loving heart. They wouldn’t change him for anything.
Even if he is a skxawng.
As they approach the grove, Ipx can’t help the way their mind drifts to the former Dreamwalker. It’s strange to think that he is truly a part of the clan now, but Ipx watched the way he grew and changed since arriving. He truly seems to understand the People, and if Mo’at agrees he is ready, who is Ipx to argue?
Eywa brought him to the clan for a reason.
Ipx is also aware that there are feelings between Jake and Neytiri. The whole clan is aware of it at this point – their dance at the Hunt Festival left no mistake in anyone’s mind. Their locked gazes, the way they held onto each other’s hands, the moment of breathless anticipation where everyone around them wondered if they were going to kiss.
Ipx heard rumors that Eytukan and Mo’at were not happy about it and told Neytiri she would need to return to her duties as tsakarem once Jake’s joining ceremony was complete. Ipx understands why they are concerned, but it may be a bit too late now. From what they saw, this is no crush.
This is real, and deep, and powerful.
Neytiri and Jake are not going to forget each other just because she is no longer his teacher.
But while Ipx believes that, they don’t entirely know how the couple will make their relationship work.
Even if Neytiri’s parents weren’t trying to keep them apart and even if she wasn’t betrothed to Tsu’tey, there are still so many obstacles standing in their way. Jake may be part of the clan now, but he is still a Dreamwalker. Walking around in a body that he was not born into – his Sky Person body asleep somewhere far away.
What future exists for them? How do they overcome that?
Ipx is so lost in thought that they don’t register the noises coming from the tangle of trees until it’s too late.
They have just enough time to blink in surprise and wonder what’s going on before they step around one and see the objects of their current musings sprawled out on the forest floor together. Tangled in an embrace that goes far beyond pining lovesickness.
It’s a flash of images.
Neytiri on her back with Jake above her – loincloths, Neytiri’s top, and Jake’s cummerbund scattered around them. Neytiri’s legs are wrapped around his hips, their tails intertwined behind them. Their mouths open and eyes closed, sounds tumbling from between their lips that make Ipx horrified that they didn’t realize what was happening sooner.
Ipx blinks and they see Jake and Neytiri’s fingers clenched together beside Neytiri’s head. The couple’s foreheads pressed together with a desperation that is almost painful, like they are trying to merge into one being. Ipx’s eyes fall to the spot where their queues dangle over Jake’s shoulder, the soft pink tendrils glowing – joined together in an unmistakable bond.
They are mated.
Ipx’s entire face flushes, and they stumble backward – closing their eyes to prevent any more information from registering. The couple seems completely preoccupied by their current activities and don’t notice Ipx’s presence, but a hot wave of embarrassment washes over them all the same.
They didn’t mean to witness such an intimate moment.
This is why I need to pay better attention to my surroundings!
They turn and rush back the way they came. They will come back to the Tree of Voices another night – when they can be sure that no one is using the grove for mating. Ipx’s brain whirls, struggling to comprehend the magnitude of what they just saw. What it means for Jake and Neytiri and what it means for the clan.
Neytiri and Tsu’tey’s betrothal would obviously need to be called off if she is already mated to another. Would she still be tsakarem? Would Mo’at and Eytukan ask to step down, even though they already lost Sylwanin? Who would be the future Tsahìk if Neytiri could no longer serve after mating with Jake?
There are too many questions, and Ipx doesn’t have any answers.
The only thing they do know is that from the small, accidental glimpse they got, Neytiri and Jake seem very happy together. Surely a love that strong could only come from the Great Mother. And if She brought them together, then She must have a plan for them. A plan for the clan.
Even if it seems confusing and muddled right now.
May Eywa bless them and their future together.