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Sephora

There was nothing but the feeling of his insides being stolen away, and his body falling slackly through the sky, soon to meet the lethal landing of his decent. 

Feya screamed, "Neteyam!"

His awareness of the world around him vanished, and pitch black exploded behind his eyes. He didn't feel himself falling. He was gone. 

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The air was humid and cool against his blue-striped skin. The scent of other Na'vi and the scent of his home surrounded him, before his sticky eyelids were pulled open, revealing to him his father and mother, both looking down at him. 

Norm was looming over him, too, along with Mo'at. His pupils were dilatated majorly due to the need to see more during nighttime, but the rest of his senses were muted as he tried his best to sit up. 

His Dad tried to keep him from rising up by gripping his shoulders with his big hands. "No, no, Neteyam. Just stay down."  

Neteyam swallowed hard and barely managed to speak, waving and shoving away the people that had formed a circle around him. "No, move." 

His stomach heaving, he lurched forward and puked onto the dusty ground. Norm, Jake, and Neytiri all moved back slightly, a little startled, but then someone was rubbing his back in slow, gentle circles.  He coughed violently, feeling like he could grow a giant pair of abs if this kept up. Eventually, he leaned back and faced his peers. 

"Sorry," he choked out, heat flooding his face. That was an event that didn't happen often among the Sully family. He tried to smile a little, but one deathly look from his father made him shrink into himself. 

"What were you thinking?" Jake demanded--his voice deep and harsh. "How could you have gone so far? What you were doing out there--" 

His mother turned to Jake with soft, but serious eyes. She shook her head at him, and then Jake's voice softened to a still agitated, but much less menacing tone. He sighed, "What you were doing out there was nowhere near what we discussed. If it wasn't for Fey'atsi , here--" he pointed to the girl, standing close, "You would've died."

The word was like an arrow piercing his heart. Not to mention hearing it really scared him, because he knew how close he'd come to meeting the afterlife. He knew there were already funeral arrangements when he was in that coma. 

"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again." 

Jake's ears went flat. "Fine, let's just--let's get you fixed up." 

Neteyam noticed Feya hovering awkwardly to the side, a good distance away from his parents and Norm. Her tail kept flickering about and her eyes were wide with concern, but she never opened her mouth. He wondered if his parents had thanked for saving him, although he was mystified at how she was able to catch him in midair like that, especially from so high up. 

His gaze lingered on her for a long time. His parents shared a look, but at the moment, he didn't care what they were spectating. And he wasn't one for super cheesy gestures, but he mouthed a "thank you" to her before he was helped up from the ground. 

She smiled and casted him a nod, her expression bashful. 

Just like it did when he was a little boy, that childish nervousness rose in his chest. But it wasn't a bad nervous--more like giddiness. To him it felt stupid.