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Settling in at the Weyr
Who: Neytiri
Where: The Weyr
When: Week 1 Day 1
What: Hunting
Status: Narrative - complete



The valley was coming to an end, the steep walls rising up in front, part of the main mountain spine, and forcing the flock of birds to rise up, fleeing for their lives from the ikran that had chased them there.

Neytiri was perched on the limb of a tree, bow in one hand, arrow in the other, and she drew back, eyes widening a little then narrowing as she took aim. The noise was coming closer, the squawks increasing as the flock realised they needed to climb, which they did.

Straight into Neytiri's range.

The arrow loosed, Neytiri's lips moving in a prayer of thanks to Eywa, which finished just as the arrow found its mark. She leaped down from her perch and grabbed a vine, swinging across the gap to another tree and quickly descending until she landed on the ground, a few feet from the body of the bird. Crouching next to it she closed her eyes for a moment, hand resting on the bird's chest, then snapped its neck and pulled the arrow out. It was a large bird, one she did not know, but also one the ikran had found good to eat. It was large enough that she and Jake would eat well that night. She put it in the bag she had slung across her body and started to climb up, her cry going out to Seze to come.