Neteyam

Eywa has blessed you and Neteyam with a beautiful relationship and a healthy child. On a cold night, you were singing softly around the small fire where you and Neteyam sat. You were tying a drop of your child's blood, encased in amber, to your musical cord.

"What a beautiful night. "* Neteyam said as he sharpened his hunting knife. He was right. The winds had calmed and been replaced by a cool breeze that whistled in your ears. Before you could answer, you felt small hands on your back. " Sa'nu… " *your child whispered . It was bedtime… but there they were, calling you.