There was an emptiness in the depths of her soul, and Neytiri clearly felt it. But after the death of her own son, this emptiness filled her whole. She saw him for the last time, his eyes glistened with tears, she saw his smile hiding the terrible pain in his chest, he tried to cheer up his family with this bright smile and drive away the despair clouding their minds. She saw his blood, saw his fear, his trembling hands and body. She prayed desperately to the Great Mother, prayed that her almighty powers would hear her, but it did not happen.
Neytiri was sitting by the campfire, fingering a short song about her own son, her firstborn. The fire reflected her bright smile, and there was light, joy and maybe relief in her soul, while her still young son lay in a hammock, leaning against the wall of his bed.
Neytiri was sitting by the campfire, tiredly fingering a long string of a song about her own son. The fire reflected a sad face, and there was emptiness in his eyes. Her face painting was smeared after her child's funeral. She saw him for the last time, the Great Mother gave her the opportunity to see her son for the last time - a small smile with a short bow, who admired his father, the great Toruk Makto.
Neytiri sighed softly, and her tail slowly ran across the wooden floor. She felt a small warmth, a Tuk, pressed against her side, and hugged her mother's shoulders. Her little ponytail brushed lightly against Neytiri's thigh. Following the youngest daughter, they were joined by another warmth, Kiri, who put her shaggy head on her mother's back and hugged her waist. Neytiri could feel the beads hanging around Kiri's neck. Lo'ak, who was sitting to Neytiri's right, pressed his forehead against her right shoulder, while another sturdy and large figure pressed against her back. Jake's tangled dreadlocks tickled her neck, and his face was buried in the back of her head, kissing her gently. Only the fifth warmth was not felt next to Neytiri. They knew everything, they felt, they heard all of her, how she felt them.
P.S: I speak very, very little English๐ญ๐ It's just a little hedcanon/sketch of how Neytiri behaved after Neteyam's death.
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