, Tutee exclaimed excitedly, zapping the Lost Child's questions in her excitement while Mìruk propped himself up and froze yet again at the realization the one they were looking for found them.
Not only that but creep right behind them because they were focusing excessively on something new and strange but ultimately quite minor. The fact it could have been a predator, instead, one that could have killed or mortally injured one of them.
It was a bone-chilling realization and even if Mìruk didn't want to admit it, the words of his father were right, he was an immature, reckless, and stupid brat that needed to grow up, and fast because the entire clan needed him to. But that was why he was here as well.
, Tutee explained the grand line and Liam stopped walking for half a second before continuing.
, Liam asked, his voice deeper, each word leaving his lips to a point it sounded almost like a growl but it didn't register in any of the teens.
He wasn't pleased with this news but again it was a future he fully expected to happen, particularly after his short and trippy mental meeting with the All-Mother. Actions and mistakes have consequences be they positive or negative.
He knew of the Tsahìks and their students the tsakarems thanks to Tsu'mong, how those men and women held an extremely deep connection with Eywa, some in legend even capable of hearing her omnipresent heartbeat from anywhere.
Words of his existence would have and have spread, if not by Eywa then by the Na'vi. A reality known since he saved the two kids, actions had consequences. Good one in particular but it wasn't the case here as even if he didn't save them the Na'vi would have found him by tracking the two blood and footprints.
, Tutee let out, her tail straighter and ear folded.
She was furious at the mention of some thinking of him being evil and needing to be slain like some kind of rabid animal. It was heartwarming in a way.
'Huh, can't say I'm surprised they think of me like this, not even angry. Unpleasant nonetheless… and Sacred Hollow, is that the name of the hole that led safely underground? Likely. Good thing I collected all the red silicon a week ago but traces of my passage are still there… And the tree will tell them as well.', Liam thought, while the closed gateway of his base entered his line of sight.
The teens moved fast, capable of keeping with his normal walking pace. By virtue of their longer strides possible with how freakishly tall they were, and they were taller than the last time he saw them.
Even this young both were past the two-meter (~6.6ft) mark by a head or two. Though they were featherweight and pretty much matchsticks so probably plenty weaker than the average trained human.
And with this, he also learned to his pleasant surprise that Tutee was the great-granddaughter of a Tsahìk, a very good piece of news that compensated for the bad ones. She might even be the current tsakarem, a very young one. Why she wasn't down there with the other he didn't know.
He didn't want to use her or Mìruk either as the kid seemed pretty important himself with his seemingly son-father relation to the Na'vi with the nose bone, which was himself likely an Olo'eyktan. The term 'use' might be a bit much though, yet…
There was no need to sugarcoat it, and if he could secure peace for himself then he would, even if it means playing the manipulator to get it. He truly hated politics in all of its forms but saying it wasn't necessary for having some sense of stability when in proximity to other powers was an utter lie.
The meeting as well… Liam could foresee it would essentially be a political one of extreme importance where most of the odds were stacked against him if he didn't want to start a manhunt with him as the target, not that he particularly feared for his life but he didn't want to have his hand forced to be tainted with more blood.
The Omatikaya and Tipani were the most affected by the RDA with the first clan at the top in terms of violence received by said company. He didn't expect them to be friendly or reasonable with him for that matter, even if he was the Lost Child and they would connect to the Tree of Divergence, to learn more about him.
Eywa was their goddess, and mother, not their master. Liam was certain she could with minimal effort make it be the case though, but free wills, or at least freedom of choices was of the utmost importance here. It will never happen unless they truly force her equivalents for hands like he suppose happened in the past.
She wasn't Na'vi or human; her goals, or more precisely the paths to achieve them, were unknown, beyond mortal comprehension. And he was sure he was within them, to his dissatisfaction but also a relief.
He thought of her in a way similar to the mythological Gaïa. Ironically enough, extremely powerful but practically never intervened personally due to personal beliefs and/or interests. If Eywa wanted all the humans on Pandora dead, they would have all already been dead.
She was the All-Mother, everything from microorganisms to the biggest of beasts was part of her, though ultimately the RDA would just have chucked one or two big space rocks in retaliation and all life on this ball of dirt would be gone.
Anyway, he didn't know what she would divulge about him, but in any case, he could think it would be vague as Na'vi didn't seem to hear her voice as clearly as he did. Liam wildly guessed that it must be related to how sensible they are to 'psychic energy' and a plethora more factors.
Overall, it was bad, very bad but not the worse it could get.
He had a lot in his favor as well, such as the two teens and probably their families if they had some drop of honor of which he was sure they had in plenty and as such would back him up. There was also the slinth's bone with the Anurai symbol carved on it that proved one of them was friends with him and that he would be welcomed.
Not forgetting his tames of which he could omit some of the truth of how he gained their loyalty and obedience. And finally, the seed from the Tree of Soul, but the last would either result in either immediate violence or peace, no in between. A risk he wasn't willing to take unless there were no other options left and it turned for the worst…
Then violence he would give. He was kind to others and he will help if he can within reason but he lacked mercy when it came to matters of his survival.
, Mìruk said proudly waving his one good hand in the air.
A detail that Liam noticed earlier, the kid only seemed to use his right hand and he even hid his left in a garment weaved of plant fiber.
, Tutee exclaimed excitedly, zapping the Lost Child's questions in her excitement while Mìruk propped himself up and froze yet again at the realization the one they were looking for found them.
Not only that but creep right behind them because they were focusing excessively on something new and strange but ultimately quite minor. The fact it could have been a predator, instead, one that could have killed or mortally injured one of them.
It was a bone-chilling realization and even if Mìruk didn't want to admit it, the words of his father were right, he was an immature, reckless, and stupid brat that needed to grow up, and fast because the entire clan needed him to. But that was why he was here as well.
, Tutee explained the grand line and Liam stopped walking for half a second before continuing.
, Liam asked, his voice deeper, each word leaving his lips to a point it sounded almost like a growl but it didn't register in any of the teens.
He wasn't pleased with this news but again it was a future he fully expected to happen, particularly after his short and trippy mental meeting with the All-Mother. Actions and mistakes have consequences be they positive or negative.
He knew of the Tsahìks and their students the tsakarems thanks to Tsu'mong, how those men and women held an extremely deep connection with Eywa, some in legend even capable of hearing her omnipresent heartbeat from anywhere.
Words of his existence would have and have spread, if not by Eywa then by the Na'vi. A reality known since he saved the two kids, actions had consequences. Good one in particular but it wasn't the case here as even if he didn't save them the Na'vi would have found him by tracking the two blood and footprints.
, Tutee let out, her tail straighter and ear folded.
She was furious at the mention of some thinking of him being evil and needing to be slain like some kind of rabid animal. It was heartwarming in a way.
'Huh, can't say I'm surprised they think of me like this, not even angry. Unpleasant nonetheless… and Sacred Hollow, is that the name of the hole that led safely underground? Likely. Good thing I collected all the red silicon a week ago but traces of my passage are still there… And the tree will tell them as well.', Liam thought, while the closed gateway of his base entered his line of sight.
The teens moved fast, capable of keeping with his normal walking pace. By virtue of their longer strides possible with how freakishly tall they were, and they were taller than the last time he saw them.
Even this young both were past the two-meter (~6.6ft) mark by a head or two. Though they were featherweight and pretty much matchsticks so probably plenty weaker than the average trained human.
And with this, he also learned to his pleasant surprise that Tutee was the great-granddaughter of a Tsahìk, a very good piece of news that compensated for the bad ones. She might even be the current tsakarem, a very young one. Why she wasn't down there with the other he didn't know.
He didn't want to use her or Mìruk either as the kid seemed pretty important himself with his seemingly son-father relation to the Na'vi with the nose bone, which was himself likely an Olo'eyktan. The term 'use' might be a bit much though, yet…
There was no need to sugarcoat it, and if he could secure peace for himself then he would, even if it means playing the manipulator to get it. He truly hated politics in all of its forms but saying it wasn't necessary for having some sense of stability when in proximity to other powers was an utter lie.
The meeting as well… Liam could foresee it would essentially be a political one of extreme importance where most of the odds were stacked against him if he didn't want to start a manhunt with him as the target, not that he particularly feared for his life but he didn't want to have his hand forced to be tainted with more blood.
The Omatikaya and Tipani were the most affected by the RDA with the first clan at the top in terms of violence received by said company. He didn't expect them to be friendly or reasonable with him for that matter, even if he was the Lost Child and they would connect to the Tree of Divergence, to learn more about him.
Eywa was their goddess, and mother, not their master. Liam was certain she could with minimal effort make it be the case though, but free wills, or at least freedom of choices was of the utmost importance here. It will never happen unless they truly force her equivalents for hands like he suppose happened in the past.
She wasn't Na'vi or human; her goals, or more precisely the paths to achieve them, were unknown, beyond mortal comprehension. And he was sure he was within them, to his dissatisfaction but also a relief.
He thought of her in a way similar to the mythological Gaïa. Ironically enough, extremely powerful but practically never intervened personally due to personal beliefs and/or interests. If Eywa wanted all the humans on Pandora dead, they would have all already been dead.
She was the All-Mother, everything from microorganisms to the biggest of beasts was part of her, though ultimately the RDA would just have chucked one or two big space rocks in retaliation and all life on this ball of dirt would be gone.
Anyway, he didn't know what she would divulge about him, but in any case, he could think it would be vague as Na'vi didn't seem to hear her voice as clearly as he did. Liam wildly guessed that it must be related to how sensible they are to 'psychic energy' and a plethora more factors.
Overall, it was bad, very bad but not the worse it could get.
He had a lot in his favor as well, such as the two teens and probably their families if they had some drop of honor of which he was sure they had in plenty and as such would back him up. There was also the slinth's bone with the Anurai symbol carved on it that proved one of them was friends with him and that he would be welcomed.
Not forgetting his tames of which he could omit some of the truth of how he gained their loyalty and obedience. And finally, the seed from the Tree of Soul, but the last would either result in either immediate violence or peace, no in between. A risk he wasn't willing to take unless there were no other options left and it turned for the worst…
Then violence he would give. He was kind to others and he will help if he can within reason but he lacked mercy when it came to matters of his survival.
, Mìruk said proudly waving his one good hand in the air.
A detail that Liam noticed earlier, the kid only seemed to use his right hand and he even hid his left in a garment weaved of plant fiber.
