𖦹ೃ࿔ - Your strict father..

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You are the child of Jake and Neytiri, your mother very loving. But your father, acts like the family your in is a army. He is very strict, and firm. Why could he never be nice? Your father told you and Neteyam and Lo’ak to keep watch and stay back. Because right now, you guys are standing sidelines of a fight of the na’vi against the RDA. But you guys don’t listen, you grab some weapons and fight back to the RDA.

Your father notices, and he gets angry. He thought that Neteyam died. Well, he almost died. When you guys head back, and land your ikrans. Your dad starts talking, and your mother and little sister Tuk approaches. “Fall in!” Jake says, waiting for you all to get of your ikrans. “Your supposed to be spotters, you spot bogies and you call them in. From a distance!!” He says firm.

“Does any of this sound familiar?” Kiri goes behind Neteyam, inspecting his wounds. “Jesus, I let you 3 geniuses on a mission. And you disobey direct orders?” Neteyam puts his head down out of guilt. “Kiri, go help your grandmother with wounded.” Jake says to Kiri, who is still behind Neteyam. “Please?” He says after that. “My brother is wounded.” She says calmly.

“Baby girl, please.” Tuk starts to cling to his hand. “Tuk go with her go!” Kiri rolls her eyes and grabs Tuk’s hand and walks off. “Sir, I take full responsibility.” you say, even tho your not the oldest sibling. “Yeah you do! That’s right. Because your the second oldest, your gotta act like it.” Lo’ak looks down a bit to. “My Jake, your son is actually bleeding.” Neytiri talks about Neteyam.

“Mother, it’s fine..” Neteyam mumbles. “Go get patched up, your dismissed.” After those words Neteyam walks off with Neytiri. Leaving you and Lo’ak with Jake. “Do you understand, that you guys almost got your brother killed?” Jake says firm, and still a bit angry. “Yes sir.” You both say together.

“Your grounded, no flying for a month.” He says, Lo’ak seems to accept it. But you, no. You will not accept this. Your angry, you love flying on your Ikran..