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Feya

 Most of the time, there was an invisible boundary that kept Fey'atsi close to wherever the rest of the clan was. She was fond of her forest home, even when the clan was forced to move to High Camp. She missed out on a lot of fun during that tragic year when the sky people returned. Before, when they lived in the village, she was always running off in search of a daring adventure. But when Toruk Makto hid the Omaticayan people up in the hallelujah mountains, Feya's many guardians decided that she needed to keep close to them at all times. So, Fey'atsi hadn't been able to sneak off and have fun as much as she used to, which only made her yearn for the freedom of an adventure more. 

However, over the course of that year, Feya turned into a big sister for a considerable number of kids. They followed her around, played with her, and hung around her like bees to honey. She enjoyed the time she spent with those kids. She also loved speaking with the older ladies of the clan.

 But, when she got the chance, she also enjoyed going off into the forest to climb and hunt. She loved adventures.

Most of the Omaticayan women had watched her grow up right beneath their eyes, not to mention, were a huge part of Fey'asti's upbringing. When she was a small baby, the moment Olo'eyktan presented her to the women capable of caring for her, they all jumped at the chance. She was raised my multiple females--she was taught by each woman her history, how to hunt, and was proudly watched by them when she completed her Rite of Passage. 

Long story short, Feya had multiple mothers and tons and tons of little "siblings". She loved it that way. More people to love, essentially. But that didn't mean she didn't enjoy an expedition every so often-- 

"And tell me again what happened to this little boy?" Tsahik asked, digging around for her supplies. Her long maroon shawl flowed around her shoulders elegantly as she moved about inside the tent. 

Feya placed her hands on the six-year-old's shoulders. "He cut his knee in the mud." she chuckled a little, mostly at the unseriousness of the situation. The boy, Tatwe, sniffled and wiped his nose. 

Tsahik nodded as a smile grew on her face. She gestured for Tatwe to come forward, and once he did, she rubbed a shiny ointment onto his skin and patted his head. "You will be alright, little one. Now, go run home to your mother." 

Tatwe thanked Tsahik and Feya before scampering out of the tent and disappearing completely. After the reassurance of the wonderful healer of the Omaticaya, he was absolutely fine. Feya was preparing to leave as well when she noticed a worried look in Tsahik's eyes as the older woman organized her provisions. She looked just ready to cry. 

Feya's ears fell back, and her heart ached with sympathy for her. "What is wrong, Tsahik?" 

When the young girl's hand fell on Mo'at's bony shoulder, she popped back up and quickly blinked away the wetness in her eyes. "Oh, it is nothing, sweet girl. Nothing Eywa won't help with." 

Her response only made Feya increasingly worried. She rarely ever saw the healer come close to crying, nor did she ever see her look this way. Tired and unfocused. The woman was always beaming with hope and making witty remarks to every Na'vi she came across. 

When Feya gave her a sincere look, the Tsahik sighed heavily and stood up straight, facing her confidently. "It is my grandson--he is extremely ill. Even I have not been able to help him." 

Fey'atsi's ears twitched upon hearing Mo'at's confession. She had two grandsons, but Feya immediately knew which one she was talking about. Almost three days ago Olo'eyktan--or Jake Sully--brought in his eldest son claiming it was an emergency. The entire clan was buzzing with worry for their precious prince, and nobody had stopped talking about him since he'd arrived in critical condition. The last update Feya heard of him was that he was suffering from a severe infection in his lung.