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The unlikely adventures of

"Yes, yes, I'm good." Neteyam looked up and jabbed his thumb behind him. His pupils were dilating, because of the darkness or something else like pain, she wasn't sure. But he looked like something was wrong. "I-I should go, this is not—" 

"Not what?" Fey'atsi's smile faded and she rose up a little, to where the water just covered her chest. Her worry spiked up again and she desperately hoped her dear friend wasn't panicking again or in any pain. "What's wrong?"

"I-I uh,—" Neteyam sifted on his feet, turning to the side a little. He kept turning his head to the side like he was panicking, and that made her concerned. The small mangrove woodland seemed to be a perfect little dome for the two of them, with the darkness lighting up the star-patterned freckles. Then, Fey'atsi instantly realized like a light switch and dropped down into the pool again, her cheeks flooding with heat. She didn't know what happened—for a moment she'd just forgotten she was naked when she thought there was something wrong with Neteyam—and now she knew why he was being so flighty. 

"I'm so sorry." She grimaced, but was relieved to see him turning back around. However, when he started busting up in a series of snickers and cackles, she splashed a plume of water in his direction. "Neteyam, you skxawng! Stop laughing!" 

"Sorry—sorry," he coughed out another laugh, brining his hand up to his chin to cover his mouth. "That's my bad." 

Feya smiled in an annoyed, but endearing way and huffed deeply. It was common knowledge that the Na'vi didn't see bodies in the same way that sky-people did, for the Na'vi's attraction to a potential partner was more emotional and spiritual, but the situation was still no less awkward. Nudity was something pure and sacred—and the gift of a pair of mates seeing each other unclothed and without their accessories was special. No matter how much she liked him, they still were not husband and wife. She waded over to her garments and pulled them under the water, clicking her tongue at Neteyam. "Turn away." 

He obeyed and turned around, his back now facing her. She slid on her beaded top and then re-adjusted her loincloth round her waist, making sure it was snug and secure extra carefully since she couldn't see what she was doing when it had to be done underwater. 

When she was dressed, Feya slipped out of the pool and sat down on the sandy edge, one of her legs pulled up and the other one stretched out, her tail lying flat behind her. She patted the ground next to her and called Neteyam's name, "Come sit." 

Again, he obeyed, and eased himself down at the right of Feya. She simply turned ahead of her and gazed at the surrounding plant life and fauna of the small mangrove forest, the utter beauty of the wildlife taking her breath away. They were domed in with glowing shrubs, grass, and the algae on the small trees shone in a blue daze across the glistening waters, creating a stunning view. But when she looked back to Neteyam, his gaze was glued onto her, his dazzling golden eyes filled with love and wonder.

He smiled at her. "I like your hair."

Feya intentionally or not touched the ends of her wet hair and felt her face flush with heat. She grinned and looked up at him, "I like your hair. The braids suits you." 

Neteyam reached over and grabbed Feya's forearms like he was taking a butterfly into his hands—so delicate and careful with every move. His hands were so much larger and they seemed to completely hide hers within his palms and fingers. She felt enveloped in warmth and peace as he held onto her, and not to mention protected. There was a constant environment that Neteyam provided for everyone he met—and that was a sense of safety and security.

Neteyam stroked the top of her hand with his thumb, in tender, repetitive circles. But his motions were antsy and restless. He opened his mouth, then closed it shut. His eyes kept darting around the glade, and he moved his lips in a nervous fashion as if he were thinking hard. She'd never really seen him so fidgety, at least in this sense, because he actually seemed anxious under the moonlight now.