Chapitre 13: Chapter 13: Learning
The next day,
Lutsey was going to pick up his apprentice from the place where he settled down to sleep. She was surprised not to see him. She turned her head, looking for the human when a sound came to her. That of a song and the sound of an instrument accompanying the singer's voice. Curious, the olo'eyktan went up to the second floor to see the musicians and was surprised to see her apprentice standing. With his arms folded, his eyes closed and leaning against one of the natural walls of the tree, he seemed to listen calmly to the voice of Vylia, the young and talented singer of the clan, in a corner out of reach of the group's vision so as not to disturb them.
The young chief was surprised by this spectacle, coming from the warrior of the sky. The native was unaware of such sensitivity coming from a member of the Sky People towards their music. Moreover, she took the opportunity to observe her apprentice in detail.
Her short black curly hair harmonized with the young and almost childlike face of her. Nevertheless, she knew that the latter could harden and reveal a strange maturity thanks to her eyes. Her stature seemed much stockier than a normal native, which made her raise an inrigued eyebrow. She felt a strange feeling coming out of her while observing her and Vylia. A bad feeling towards the singer and preferred to blur it immediately. To achieve this, she closed her eyes to calm herself. But what was happening to her?
Once it disappeared, she turned around to avoid bringing this bad feeling back into her heart.
On the way, she saw her sister taking care of her young sons, Roltyun and Sylwey, who were already in their early years. The young Tsahik, sitting in a suit, watched them with a benevolent look as they played with each other. Lutsey watched his nephews with a smile and thought back to his old maternal desire that had appeared at their births. As soon as he thought of it, his mind went back to the hybrid of his uniltaron.
Joltsyn: Your heart is troubled, big sister. I can feel it.
Lutsey didn't answer right away, surprised, before she sighed.
Lutsey: Yes. Since the arrival of this tawtute
His younger sister had a pensive look on her face. She knew the true nature of Lutsey's feelings but would not tell him. She felt that it was still too early to talk about it.
Joltsyn: I could see this tawtute listening to Vylia.
Lutsey: I noticed it too. This tawtute is very different from its kind. I didn't know it could be open.
Joltsyn: Are you sure it's curiosity?
Lutsey: Of course! What else?
The young Tsahik noticed one of her sons starting to move away, carried away by her curiosity on both legs. Joltsyn made an annoying whistle, loud enough for him to hear it and stop his project.
Joltsyn: Maybe he interested by Vylia.
Lutsey: Don't be silly! He had his eyes closed and was just listening.
This response confirmed the younger daughter's fears about the feelings she perceived from her sister. She went to reply but a voice interrupted her.
Ben: What are we doing today, ma olo'eyktan?
The chief turned her eyes to the former soldier and looked at him in a cold and serious tone.
Lutsey: I thought I'd introduce you to the music and art in our clan.
In response, the pilot raised his eyebrows curiously. She motioned for him to follow her before showing him around all the other activities of the clan such as carving, sewing, and music. The chief noticed Ben's interest in this part. Was his sister right?
Lutsey: You seem to be interested in music.
Ben: Your music is different from ours. It seems...more harmonious...more sensitive.
The young conductor was partly reassured but surprised. Decidedly, this tawtute surprised him from day to day.
Several days later,
The young warrior took her apprentice to the exit of the village, her bow on her shoulders. The wounds of the latter having sufficiently healed, it was time to begin the practice.
The young warrior passed him her bow that she had taken with her as well as an arrow with black and yellow feathers that she had drawn from the quiver attached to her bow.
Lutsey: Show me how you handle the bow at home.
Ben, hesitant: Uh...is this really necessary? Can I use other weapons instead of this one?
Lutsey, mocking laugh: Is there a problem? Is it fear I feel?
Well, visibly puzzled: I'm not afraid, I'm just not strong enough to hold a bow. In truth, I've never held one.
Lutsey authoritatively: I am your tutor! So, will you stop arguing and show me how you handle this weapon?
Uniltiranyu obeys, without casting rebellious glances. On the one hand, he didn't really have a choice.
Lutsey with a sigh: Yes, you have a lot of progress to make. First, tighten those abs, and bandage him a little more!
Her apprentice managed to do what she asked, but Ludsey continued to ignore it, inspecting her posture. This reaction began to annoy the tawtute, who had to fight against himself to contain the aggressive feeling.
Lutsey raising Ben's arm holding the bow: Now you hold your arm out like this... There, that's still better!
He stays in this position for a few minutes, feeling that he can't hold on any longer. At least in appearance.
Lutsey: Good, you can stop now. This one did it with a sigh of relief.
A week already and this tawtute continued to annoy him. It embodied everything she hated about her people. Pretentious, selfish, spiteful, and no morals! Yesterday, she found it very difficult to hold back in the face of this vrrtep. Why did Eywa show her this? These demons will never understand their visions of life. And even less so this one. And the young chief preferred to forget her disastrous practice with the bow and her lack of will to want to improve it, as if to provoke it.
Yet she never tired of looking at her eyes with that strange glow and her strange black hair. All the more so since her curiosity towards her culture had not escaped her gaze. The young chief had difficulty in forming a definitive opinion on this strange character. And this uncertainty did not help her mood.
Two weeks later, Ben was eating with his tutor. The pilot couldn't help smiling a little while he was eating. This did not escape to Ludsey.
Lutsey, suspicious: Why are you laughing?
Ben: And why should I tell you? I'm allowed to think anyway!
She ate her bowl while continuing to observe the soldier. But all of a sudden, she spat him out with disgust.
Lutsey, angrily: What's that disgusting taste? Then she turned her eyes to Ben,
Lutsey: What did you put in it?
Ben: Calm down! I didn't touch your food!
Lutsey: Vrrtep pak!!
Ben, as you continue to eat: You know your madness can be cured?
Hearing this, the young warrior put the dish on his head.
Lutsey with a mocking laugh It's good?
Ben's reaction wasn't long in coming and he threw the native's share on the owner's head.
Ben: I can say the same for you. The young warrior reacted brutally, provoking another fight between them without paying attention to the clan members surrounding the fire for the meal. They always use their fists and feet. Joltsyn had to intervene to be able to decide between them.
Lutsey: Tell me what you put in my food. Because it's not my sister who's going to hold me back to give you the beating you deserve!
Ben: You speak well! For someone with a limited mind. How did you become olo'eyktan?
Lutsey: Say that again! If you're brave! Say it again! If you are brave!
Ben: Besides being stupid, she's deaf! Another warrior had to intervene to help Joltsyn hold the young leader back.
Joltsyn: Lutsey, you're not acting like an olo'eytan.
Lutsey:. Maybe, but he put something in my food!
Ben: Of course. And I'm Palulukan Makto too.
Lutsey: You're done taking me for an idiot! I am olo'eykan!
Ben: I wonder about that sometimes.
Lutsey: I'm going to kill you! She almost threw herself at her apprentice if her sister didn't intervene to stop her.
Joltsyn Lutsey, calm down!
Lutsey: No! Unless he apologizes.
Ben: It's beautiful to dream!
Lutsey: That's going to be true!
Joltsyn felt the tension rising steadily and tried to calm down. She didn't understand tawtute. Why was he looking for his sister so much?
Joltsyn: Lutsey, stop being a child and be responsible!
Lutsey: Why do I have to apologize? I know I'm right!
Ben: If you say so, and the two of them continued to argue and finally walked away from each other, sulking at each other's sides.
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