Neytiri turned to the mic. "I wish to say a few words." She whispered. "I knew he would die a few days ago, when the Na'vi healing rite wasn't having any effect on him. I knew his heart was failing, however, his mind wasn't. He was full of words that he couldn't say before his passing. I knew, when my medicine had no effect, that he was dying. Father also knew he was dying, and he told me this. I couldn't do anything else that night, so I sang him 'Mea tu riimi' or 'Song of the Sun'. When I'd woken the next morning, I knew the last word I'd sung was the last thing he'd ever heard, before blackness folded over his vision. When I tried to rouse him from his sleep, he would not awake. I knew, once he would not awake, he was gone." She choked back a few tears. "When I was with Daddy when I was very young, his calm, deep voice became as soothing as rainfall on a window. A sound of the earth, of life itself. I'd listen to his stories as I fell asleep, wanting this magical life to go on forever. I suppose we all have times in our life that are milestones. That particular day," she faltered. "Was the saddest day of my life. I l miss you father. Oel ngatie kamieie."
Neytiri left the microphone and kissed her father's casket gently.
Austin put his arm around her shoulder after the funeral.
(My senses tell me that somthing very, very, bad has happend.)
(Yes. Neytiri's father died.)
News Flash!!: My hobby is writing stories and drawing, and I'm an editor for a magazine. I have meetings every Monday afternoon, so I can almost guarantee that I won't log on that day.
News Flash!!: My hobby is writing stories and drawing, and I'm an editor for a magazine. I have meetings every Monday afternoon, so I can almost guarantee that I won't log on that day.
