"Watch your step." He greeted.

The small bone blade kept shaping the wood, there was intent, built from clear frustration.

"There are splinters in the grass. It can be painful."

He's focused, this time slightly more aggressive than usual. But the staff is coming along.

He won't spend another sunrise unarmed.

He's carving wood.

This has gone for far too long.

Noize

We've been here for A WHILE

Get on the Ikran, loser, we're hunting skymen

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... or, I'd be, If my staff wasn't gone.

I am reckoning.

"You have a mark on your head from that sling.

Are you okay? Is your kuru hurting?"

I apoligize, too.

"We can cook further away. Doesn't need to be the one at the caravan."

Head tilts.

"Well, I had the suspicion that was the case, but I wasn't sure if everyone was ready to verbally acknowledge it."

"We still have some foraged goods from earlier this week.

Let's get to the cooking spot."

He raises hands.

"Okay, this is a good moment to stop this punishment. I'm going to feed the Ikran, and I'm taking Eylena with me."

Stepping forward, as a barrier.

"Well that's concerning."

"Only Eywa can truly judge me.

...

FINE. What must I do."

... Oe wrrkä kanom syuve.

I will NOT have another moss stone thrown at my head today.

Thank you.

"I DON'T HAVE POOR EYESIGHT! I just measure things from my point!"

He took a step back.

"No need to call Tilor, I'll just make some food for all Ikran. Rawmu will appreciate some viperwolf meat."

Nga nulnew oe hangham?

Nga ve'kì lu nawm, tsmuke.

Stone RIGHT on his headtop, BOINK!

"It's a tiny Ikran though! We should feed more meat to the poor thing!

Rawmu can fly higher because of the longer wing-span."

"Ngay. Släkop. Nga Ikran hì'i.

Na nga."

"Nga Ikran kì'ong."

I will not remain silent about this slander.

For one, I welcome those who come to learn our ways.

But that doesn't mean I trust their ends.

Also, the extra fingers creep me out.

When did we need help.