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neytirisc ([info]neytirisc) wrote in [info]spinningcompass,
Neytiri sat, cross-legged, away from the main group, beneath a large tree whose roots were big and breaking through the ground beneath the canopy of leaves. She had arrived after the people had gathered around the dug hole and watched as the man she had met at the gym, Aaron, talked. Jake had explained to her how they sky-people dealt with death, and it was strange to her, but she said she would come. She'd gone out to the grove that morning and had found the plant she wanted for Aaron, it was sitting in the cupped palm she had resting on her knee. She was waiting until the soil was returned before taking it to Aaron.


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