Auxiliary Chapter 4: Dance

Tsylan was waiting for his tutor who was doing hair and face maintenance for the evening. This surprised him, as he had never believed that the young woman could care. He was in a dream when a voice cut him off.

Voice: I was looking for you, tawtute. He turned his head and saw the younger girl coming towards him with a smile on her face. He raised an eyebrow, wondering about the joy of the younger girl.

Tsylan: Good evening, Joltsyn. What's up?

Joltsyn: What are you looking for?

Tsylan: What's it got to do with you?.

Joltsyn: It's more important than you think.

Tsylan sighed: Of course.

Joltsyn: You shouldn't underestimate the fate our goddess has decided for you. Lutsey believes it.

Tsylan: Pfff... Don't try to make me believe in your visions of the future. We are the makers of our own destiny.

Joltsyn: You're free to believe that. However, my sister is convinced that you will be the next Toruk Makto. And I think she's not wrong to believe that. You seem to have a talent for being respected and guided. The human remained silent. He knew what the Toruk Makto meant to the Na'vis through his tutor. Now that he thought about it, she seemed to smile as she looked at him while she told him the legend. But his conviction prevented him from believing in a future written in advance. Moreover, he had not come here to fight a war, let alone lead one.

Joltsyn: Problem, tawtute?

Tsylan: I didn't come here to fight or lead a clan. So you should find someone else to use Toruk Makto.

Joltsyn: You're a warrior though, aren't you? Why should you refuse the role you are destined for?

Tsylan: I've already told you that I don't believe in these prophecies! The only role I will accept will be the one I have decided!

Joltsyn: And what is that role?

Tsylan remained silent to this question, simply crossing his arms in an evasive expression. The Tsahik was trying to understand the human being by scrutinizing his energy. All she felt was weariness and annoyance. Joltsyn: You should go downstairs. The ceremony will begin soon.

The tawtute was startled, the word probably took her mind off it.

Tsylan: Nang! That's right! They must be waiting for me to start playing!

With these words, he hastened away, going down the green corridor leading to the ground floor. Joltsyn watched him walk away, the mine dreaming.

Lutsey: Is there a problem, Joltsyn?

The young chief had her short hair carefully braided, some of which was decorated with green beads. She had her clan chief's outfit and added earrings, highlighting her eyes.

Joltsyn: Yes, Tsylan still refuses to accept his future role.

Lutsey: He will accept it in due course, don't worry.

Joltsyn: I don't know. He's got some leadership qualities but...I don't really feel the desire to fight in him...I don't really feel the desire to fight in him.

Lutsey : There was a sign! And my visions showed a tawtute...

Joltsyn: Sister, Mother's will can be interpreted in many ways. Perhaps she wanted a different goal than we thought, for Tsylan.

She refused to have the thought that Tsylan was not the Toruk Makto of her dream. It was inconceivable to her, that it could be this Jake she met in the Omatikaya. Nevertheless, the young chief could not escape this possibility.

Lutsey: So what is her goal then? If not to get rid of the sawtute, what else?

Joltsyn: This peace that he must bring, may not be the one we think of. I thought about it for a long time while I was observing it. At his contact, the pain of some brothers and sisters seemed to ease and even accepted him as if he was already a member of the clan. Even you, sister, were influenced by him. Your heart is less corrupted by anger and hatred than before.

Lutsey crosses her arms, pensive. It was true that since she met Tsylan, she was less hostile towards the Dream Walkers than before. The young chief even spoke to Grace Augustine and learned a language from her!

Joltsyn: We should go. You know it's a special day today.

Lutsey: Yes, but I don't think I'm ready to show it to the clan.

Joltsyn: You don't have to, you know?

Lutsey: Yeah...I don't know...it's all mixed up in my head.

Joltsyn: Just let your instincts guide you. Like you always do.

Lutsey with a smile: You always give good advice, don't you?

The latter hastened to give it back to him.

Joltsyn: By the way, you're very pretty like that.

Lutsey with a smile : Thank you !

The clan then began to celebrate to thank their goddess the good hunt. Some danced under the sounds of drums and flutes around a fire with disguises that could be compared to Ikrans or Talioangs, probably representing the hunt. Tsylan was one of the musicians, following the rhythms and different tones of the singers' voices during the hunting song.

Joltsyn, who was with her children, looked at her sister who seemed to look briefly at Tsylan before returning to the ceremony. She knew that her twin sister had feelings for this pilot and she hoped that the celebration for the creation of the clan would bring them closer together. It was risky, but the two were so stuck that she saw no other solution for the moment. She waited until the end of the ceremony concerning the hunt before she spoke, her children were at her side, eating their shares of the hunt. The young tsahik stood up, drawing everyone's attention and imposed silence.

Joltsyn: My brothers and sisters, you all know how important this day is for us. It is the end of the time of discord among our brothers and sisters from other tribes and the birth of our clan. It is true, it was not without sacrifice and pain. Nevertheless, it is our duty to honor them and enjoy the gift they have given us.

The human looked at the Tsahik with a perplexed look. He was expecting a rite dedicated to memory or even warrior. Nothing was waiting for him at what was going to happen.

Joltsyn: Let those who want to pay tribute to them, stand and point to their partner.

He looked around him and could read impatience among the tribe members. He asked Vilya who answered with a smile.

Mixed groups stood in the middle, all seeming to have found their partners. All but one whose presence was enough to silence the apparent excitement. Curious, the human looked at the origin and could see Lutsey who seemed to be looking for someone. And as he looked at her, he thought his heart skipped a beat. Previously, he had found Lutsey beautiful, especially with her eyes traced in a feline way and giving a graceful, all-encompassing look. But his earrings, added to his headband, magnified this aspect. Her short hair was braided in a way that enhanced her face and the decorations added more beauty to this youthfulness.

Tsylan: God...God...What...Uh…

Luckily for him, his friends were too busy wondering about the identity of the olo'eyktan's dance partner to see his condition. The olo'eyktan's dance partner had opened his mouth wide and his eyes were as if immobilized by the silhouette of his tutor.

So much so that he didn't react at all when she approached him with a smile.

Lutsey: So, Tsylan, is it me or my outfit that puts you in this state?

This question brought him back to reality and he rubbed his head, nervously.

Tsylan: Uh...What...

Lutsey; This is the first time I've seen you search for your words.

The dream walker was now tomato red. He didn't know what to say or how to react to this situation.

Lutsey: Come on! The others are waiting.

Tsylan: Huh?! What? What? Waiting??

Lutsey: Of course! You're not going to refuse my invitation in front of everyone, are you?

Caught by the seductive voice of the young chef, which was enough to trouble him mentally, and the encouragement of his friends, he had no choice but to accept.

Tsylan: Always the gift to put me in awkward situations.

They arrived in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by the other couples of dancers and she turned towards him, with a smile, almost amused. Had she understood what he had said? No, it is not possible.

Finally the music started and he tried to follow Lutsey's movements. She was so graceful that he struggled not to stop and watch her do it. Then, at an interlude, they came closer together, sticking their two hands together, which made the pilot more uncomfortable.

Lutsey with a smile: How you doing, Tsy? Your head is all red.

Tsylan: How could I not be?

Lutsey was overjoyed to see that he was not indifferent to his charms. The music rose in intensity as they raised their hands. She would have wanted to keep that contact with that soft skin even longer, if not all night.

But they had to separate again and she watched, with amusement, the clumsy gestures of the tawtute. He wasn't very good at dancing, anyway.

For Tsylan, this dance was torture. Not only did he have to watch the young chief deploy all her grace and talent in front of him, putting him in a deep mess in his head. He could even hear the drumbeat of her heart, and it disturbed him greatly. In addition, he had to face the laughter of teasing about his mediocre, even bad performance. When the music finally stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief and began to walk away, having had enough attention for the evening.

As for Lutsey, she returned to her hammock in a satisfied gait. It was the first step and she knew it. But the young chef was happy, nonetheless.

Joltsyn followed the young tawtute who slipped outside, looking up at the moons decorating the sky over the brilliant forest of Pandora. She had taken care to put her children to bed before going to see the tawtute to find out what he was doing.

Joltsyn: Sorry for the embarrassment, Tsylan. But my sister needed it.

She expected an aggressive, even frustrated tone, but none of that happened.

Tsylan calmly: Don't apologize, Joltsyn. You want what's best for your sister and I understand that feeling. Besides, I have a feeling that this won't be the last time she'll put me in this kind of situation. However, if my antics could help calm her mind, I'm willing to take the embarrassment. But tell me, what did this dance mean?

Joltsyn: It's a dance to celebrate life within the clan, in memory of our sacrifices. Our clan was built in blood and tears, unfortunately.

Tsylan: That's what I understand. But how does it celebrate life?

Joltsyn: Let's just say that... That's usually when couples are formalized or when others show their interest.

She felt a sense of panic rising in him, which surprised her.

Tsylan: Nang! But what... What ???? Stop it, are you making a joke on me?

Joltsyn: I'm not used to joking about it.

Tsylan: Damn... Damn... That's why she was giving me a hard time the other day! Oh no, no, no, no, no...

Joltsyn: Why are you so afraid?

Tsylan: You will have to join your children, my Joltsyn. As for me, I must join my tawtute body.

Knowing that she would get nothing more, the Tsahik decided to join her twins.

But...Would it be possible for him to have another person in his life?