The Daughter Neytiri Could Not look At
The Day That Was Supposed to Be Yours
Story: you were born in the sully family, with five fingers, and a skin Like humans, so neytiri was never able to accept you (part 8)
Plot: You made the first bond with your ikran the day was supposed to be yours but it got rained
Important not: this also have 2 parts
All parts here, like just click here and it will lead you to parts one and other parts OKAY?
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The mountains echoed with the sharp cry of an ikran.
Your hands trembled as your fingers gripped the rough edge of the cliff. Wind whipped through your hair, carrying the scent of stone and rain. Below was nothing but empty sky.
Jake stood with the other adults farther back, his heart pounding harder than yours.
"You've got this," he whispered, though you were far beyond hearing him.
The ikran dove.
You jumped.
For one terrifying heartbeat, there was only open air.
Its talons scraped your forearm as you reached for its neck, tearing your skin open. Blood streaked down your arm, but you refused to let go.
The ikran twisted violently, trying to throw you away.
"No..." you grunted through clenched teeth.
"I choose you!"
It bucked again.
Then...
Silence.
Its movements slowed.
You reached forward with your queue.
The bond formed.
Your eyes widened.
The ikran's eyes met yours.
It accepted you.
A cheer erupted from the mountain.
Jake laughed louder than anyone.
"She did it!"
He threw both fists into the air.
"That's my girl!"
Even Neytiri smiled, surprised by your determination.
---
By the time everyone returned to the village, the news had spread.
The youngest hunters decorated the central clearing with woven leaves and glowing flowers.
Food was prepared.
Music filled the air.
Children ran between the adults laughing excitedly.
One of the elders stepped forward.
"Today we celebrate another child of the Omatikaya who has bonded with her ikran."
Everyone applauded.
Your cheeks warmed.
You weren't used to everyone looking at you.
Jake walked over without caring who watched.
"There she is."
Before you could say anything, he wrapped both arms around you.
A real hug.
Strong.
Warm.
Proud.
He laughed quietly against your hair.
"I'm proud of you."
"So proud."
You hugged him back just as tightly.
"...Thanks, Dad."
"You earned this."
His hand gently brushed over the bandage wrapped around your injured arm.
"Hurt?"
"A little."
He smiled.
"You'll have a scar."
You grinned.
"I know."
"It'll remind you what you're capable of."
---
Neteyam arrived next.
He folded his arms with a teasing smile.
"So..."
"How'd you do it?"
Lo'ak immediately interrupted.
"No, seriously."
"Mine nearly threw me off three times."
You laughed softly.
"I almost fell."
Neteyam blinked.
"Really?"
"I just... didn't let go."
Lo'ak stared.
"...That's insane."
"You've always looked so quiet."
"I didn't know you were that stubborn."
Jake chuckled.
"I did."
---
Tuk came running through the crowd, nearly tripping over her own feet.
She wrapped both arms around your waist.
"You did it!"
You laughed.
"I did."
She looked at you with huge hopeful eyes.
"...Can you take me flying tomorrow?"
You smiled.
"If Dad says yes."
Jake laughed.
"One ride."
Tuk squealed happily.
---
For the first time...
You felt seen. (im gonna ruin that)
Not because of your skin.
Not because of your father.
Not because people pitied you.
Because of something you had done.
You stood in the center of the celebration, smiling shyly while people congratulated you.
For once...
The moment belonged to you.
---
Then...
A distant ikran cry echoed overhead.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
Another young rider descended from the sky.
The ikran landed gracefully.
Kiri climbed down.
Gasps spread through the crowd.
"She bonded too!"
"On the same day!"
"How incredible!"
The excitement doubled instantly.
People hurried toward her.
The music grew louder.
The conversations changed.
Instead of...
"Look what she accomplished."
It became...
"Both sisters bonded today!"
"What a wonderful day for the Sully family!"
Without anyone intending harm...
Your celebration became shared.
Half the gifts meant for you were handed to Kiri.
Half the stories became about her.
Half the smiles.
Half the attention.
Jake noticed immediately.
His smile faded for just a second.
He glanced toward you.
You were still smiling.
Just...
Not with your eyes.
---
You stepped back from the growing crowd.
No one noticed.
Everyone wanted to hear Kiri describe her flight.
You looked around the clearing.
It happened again.
Just like always.
You thought quietly,
Of course.
Nothing is ever just mine.
---
Across the clearing, Neytiri reached Kiri first.
She embraced her tightly.
"My daughter."
Kiri laughed happily.
"I did it!"
"I knew you would."
Neytiri kissed her forehead.
Jake was still standing beside you, watching the scene unfold.
His expression darkened.
He understood exactly what was happening.
He looked toward you.
You hadn't moved.
You simply watched.
Not angry.
Not surprised.
Just...
Resigned.
---
Finally, Neytiri turned away from Kiri.
Her eyes found yours standing several steps away.
For a brief moment...
Everything else disappeared.
She remembered every conversation with Jake.
Every tear she had cried.
Every chance she had missed.
She walked toward you carefully.
People continued celebrating behind her.
She stopped in front of you.
Her voice was hesitant.
"Congra—"
You raised your hand gently.
Not aggressively.
Just enough to stop her.
"...Save it."
She froze.
You looked directly into her eyes.
"Save it for yourself."
Your voice wasn't loud.
It didn't need to be.
"I know."
She swallowed.
"I know you're trying."
You nodded once.
"But every time..."
You glanced over her shoulder.
She followed your gaze.
Kiri was still surrounded by people.
Laughing.
Being hugged.
"...Every time I finally get something..."
"It stops being mine."
You looked back at Neytiri.
"I don't even think anyone noticed."
"They did."
She whispered.
You shook your head.
"No."
"They noticed us."
A painful silence settled between you.
You looked down at the fresh bandage wrapped around your wounded arm.
"I earned this."
Another pause.
"And somehow..."
"...I still have to share it."
Neytiri opened her mouth to answer, but no words came.
There was nothing she could say that would undo the moment.
From behind you, Jake called gently,
"Hey."
You turned.
He held out his hand.
"Come here."
Without hesitation, you walked to him.
Jake rested a hand on your uninjured shoulder.
He had heard enough to understand.
He looked at the gathered crowd, then back at you.
"So..."
He smiled warmly.
"Tell me again."
You blinked.
"What?"
"The part where your ikran nearly threw you off."
A tiny smile tugged at your lips.
"It almost did."
"I want the whole story."
"Again?"
"As many times as you want."
You laughed quietly.
For the rest of the evening, Jake stayed by your side, listening as though he hadn't already heard every detail.
Because he wanted you to know something no ceremony could take away.
No matter where the crowd looked...
He had never stopped looking at you.
—part two of this because i said so
The Gift That Could Never Be Equal
The celebration lasted until sunset.
Songs echoed through the village. Hunters laughed around the fires while children chased one another beneath the glowing plants. Your ikran rested peacefully nearby, occasionally lifting its head whenever you looked its way.
You stayed close to Jake for most of the evening.
It was easier that way.
Then one of the elders called for silence.
Neytiri stepped into the center of the gathering with Kiri beside her.
In her hands was a small bundle wrapped in carefully woven cloth.
Kiri looked confused.
"What is it?"
Neytiri smiled—a soft smile that carried both pride and memory.
"My mother gave this to me when I bonded with my first ikran."
She slowly unfolded the cloth.
Inside rested a beautifully crafted bracelet. Tiny carved beads, polished stones, and delicate feathers had been woven together by skilled hands many years before. Though old, it had been lovingly cared for.
Neytiri gently held it.
"My grandmother made it."
Kiri's eyes widened.
"It belonged to her... then to my mother... then to me."
She carefully fastened it around Kiri's wrist.
"And now..."
"...it belongs to you."
Kiri stared at it in disbelief.
"Mother..."
She immediately hugged Neytiri.
"Thank you."
Neytiri wrapped both arms around her daughter.
"Wear it proudly."
The crowd smiled warmly.
Several women nodded with approval.
"It remains in the family."
"A beautiful tradition."
You stood only a few steps away.
Watching.
Quietly.
You looked down at your own empty wrist.
For a brief moment...
You wondered what it would have been like to receive something that carried generations of love.
Then you reminded yourself not to wonder.
---
A few minutes later, Neytiri approached you.
She held something in one hand.
A necklace.
It wasn't ugly.
It simply...
Had no history.
No careful wrapping.
No story attached to it.
The cord looked newer than the beads. The carving style didn't resemble Neytiri's work. It looked like something obtained in trade with another family.
She stopped before you.
"I have something for you as well."
Your eyes settled on it.
Then on her.
"...For me?"
"Yes."
She offered it.
"I wished for you to have something."
You accepted it silently.
It rested in your palm.
Light.
Cold.
You turned it over once.
No memories.
No meaning.
Just...
Something.
You looked back at Kiri.
Still smiling.
Still wearing the bracelet passed from mother...
To daughter.
You looked at the necklace again.
Something inside you quietly broke.
Without anger...
Without shouting...
You let your fingers open.
The necklace slipped from your hand.
It struck the ground with a dull sound.
Everyone nearby fell silent.
Neytiri stared at it.
Then at you.
You met her eyes.
Your voice remained calm.
"I don't want something you remembered after giving away what mattered."
Silence.
"If I mattered..."
You swallowed.
"...you would've already known what you wanted to give me."
You stepped around her.
Leaving the necklace where it had fallen.
No one stopped you.
---
Neytiri remained standing there.
Unable to move.
Her hands slowly fell to her sides.
She looked at the necklace lying in the dirt.
Jake saw everything from across the clearing.
He didn't say anything.
He simply watched you disappear into the darkness beyond the fires.
---
Late that night...
The village had finally fallen asleep.
The celebration fires had become glowing embers.
Only insects and distant creatures filled the silence.
You sat alone outside the family's marui, knees drawn against your chest.
Your ikran slept somewhere high above among the cliffs.
You weren't crying.
You simply...
Felt empty.
Footsteps approached quietly.
You already knew who it was.
Jake sat beside you without speaking.
For several minutes, neither of you said a word.
Then he smiled gently.
"I've been waiting a long time for today."
You glanced at him.
"What do you mean?"
Instead of answering, he reached behind him.
From a carefully wrapped piece of cloth, he lifted another necklace.
Your eyes widened.
It was beautiful.
Not because it was covered in precious stones.
But because every part of it was unmistakably handmade.
Small carved wooden beads.
Tiny feathers from forest birds.
A polished shell from one of your favorite rivers.
A woven pattern using colors you had always pointed out as a child.
Even one bead had been carefully shaped into the tiny outline of an ikran.
You stared in silence.
Jake chuckled softly.
"Took me weeks."
Your voice barely came out.
"...Weeks?"
"I kept messing it up."
He laughed quietly.
"You'd think carving tiny beads would be easier."
You gently accepted it.
Your fingers traced every detail.
"I was going to give it to you..."
"...the day you bonded."
He smiled proudly.
"I just didn't expect today to get so... complicated."
You looked up at him.
"You made this?"
"Every piece."
"Even this carving?"
"Especially that carving."
He pointed to the small ikran bead.
"Took me four tries."
You smiled faintly.
"It looks perfect."
Jake shrugged.
"It isn't."
"It is."
He reached over and carefully tied the necklace around your neck himself.
"There."
He leaned back to admire it.
"Looks better on you than it ever did sitting in my workshop."
You lowered your head.
Running your fingers over the smooth wooden beads.
Each one slightly different.
Each one carrying tiny imperfections only someone who made them by hand could leave behind.
You imagined him sitting alone after everyone had gone to sleep.
Carving.
Polishing.
Starting over whenever he wasn't satisfied.
Waiting.
Waiting for the day you would earn it.
Your vision blurred.
A tear landed against one of the wooden beads.
Then another.
Jake noticed immediately.
"...Hey."
He frowned gently.
"What's wrong?"
You tried to answer.
Nothing came out.
Instead...
You clutched the necklace tightly against your chest with both hands.
As though someone might take it away.
Your shoulders shook.
Jake wrapped an arm around you without hesitation.
"It's okay."
You buried your face against him.
Your words came out broken between quiet sobs.
"...You..."
Jake rubbed your back.
"I'm here."
"You..."
Another tear slipped down your face.
"...You actually..."
You couldn't finish.
He understood anyway.
"You made something just for me."
Jake closed his eyes.
His own throat tightened.
"Yeah."
"Just for you."
"No one else's."
You cried harder.
Not because of the necklace itself.
But because, for the first time in what felt like forever...
Someone had spent weeks creating something with only you in mind.
No sharing.
No comparisons.
No forgotten feelings.
Just...
A father who had quietly carved every bead while imagining the smile his daughter might have when she finally earned her first ikran.
Jake rested his cheek gently against the top of your head and whispered,
"I'll never let you wonder whether you're worth the time."
And holding the handmade necklace close to your heart, you realized that no family heirloom—no matter how old or precious—could ever mean more to you than something made by the hands of the person who had never stopped choosing you.
Yall wanna a part (Unrelated to this story) when neteyam die then loak k himself and you end up finding yourself with two depressed parents
Hell yeah
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(Guys the one on the vote is an independent one it had nothing to do with this story)
