Post by Nox on Jan 9, 2010 9:45:50 GMT -5
Nox had slept badly and dreamt of his lost mate again. The dreams were a constant source of pain; bright and crisp and clear in his mind as if his love were there with him again. In his dream they flew through the sky, low enough to touch the water with their fingertips, the intimate dance of flight. Their hands would meet, their queues and their lips and everything would be bliss. And then Nox would wake, having to stifle a miserable cry at the realisation that it had all been a dream, a cruel trick of the mind and that Ampi would not be lying next to him sleeping peacefully.
While many burial mounds were marked with tokens left by family and clan, the spot Nox headed for was unmarked. He knew exactly where it was even though he visited infrequently. Visiting did not sooth him. Eywa had taken his spirit into her and Nox knew that was the way it had to be, that there was a balance to life and death, but that notion of harmony did not slake his sorrow. When his parents had died he had not mourned like this; they had died in battle, as fierce warriors to protect the Na’vi from the RDA. His mate had died well before his time, as what should have been a lifetime together just began.
He lowered himself gently to the ground by where Ampi lay, placing his hands flat against the moss-covered earth as if it would create a connection to the lost. Looking up at the gently moving branches of Vitraya Ramunon, he knew that if he connected his queue there we could find the connection he sought, the memories of the dead; but he was fearful. He was afraid making that connection to the lost would make the pain dull, and even though it hurt he did not want it to stop; the pain was proof of how much he loved his mate.
“Oeng 'awsiteng nìftxavang...” he murmured, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.
While many burial mounds were marked with tokens left by family and clan, the spot Nox headed for was unmarked. He knew exactly where it was even though he visited infrequently. Visiting did not sooth him. Eywa had taken his spirit into her and Nox knew that was the way it had to be, that there was a balance to life and death, but that notion of harmony did not slake his sorrow. When his parents had died he had not mourned like this; they had died in battle, as fierce warriors to protect the Na’vi from the RDA. His mate had died well before his time, as what should have been a lifetime together just began.
He lowered himself gently to the ground by where Ampi lay, placing his hands flat against the moss-covered earth as if it would create a connection to the lost. Looking up at the gently moving branches of Vitraya Ramunon, he knew that if he connected his queue there we could find the connection he sought, the memories of the dead; but he was fearful. He was afraid making that connection to the lost would make the pain dull, and even though it hurt he did not want it to stop; the pain was proof of how much he loved his mate.
“Oeng 'awsiteng nìftxavang...” he murmured, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply.