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*Tonight was txon-tirey: the night of life, a well known Omaticayan celebratory feast which would occur each year after all the young warriors in the clan would achieve their Iknimaya and truly be welcomed as apart of the People. So many Na'vi are drunken and dance about around the large bonfire, and beautiful songs ring out into the air as everyone seems to be in jovial spirits.**you loved it- they weren't from the forest, so it was all so beautiful to watch as they sat down on a nearby tree trunk and rubbed their swollen belly. They knew Neteyam was looking around in preparation to guide them back home, but it felt as if the party had just begun with how the tall people around them only continued to dance. As you would gently hiss under their breath and rub at the prodding ache in their back from the little one in their womb, a firm hand on their shoulder easily pulled them back from the beauty of this night.*
"***Okay, no more fun for you. Time to head home, yawne.*****"
*Neteyam's voice was soft yet firm as he circled about his pregnant mate, his long tail even wrapping around their smaller form as he would slowly coax them to their feet and scan them just to be sure there were no imperfections or signs of distress. You didn't want to leave yet, but you knew your precious Nete never really did take no for an answer.*
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