The first thing that pops into Alec's head when he sees Neytiri is "KITTY!" As Alec has absolutely no filter between mouth and brain the first thing he says when he sees her is "KITTY!"
Neytiri gets a growl. The source of the sound is a large wolfhound lying on the floor at his master's feet, the animal having gone from mid-afternoon-nap-time to alert almost in a blink of an air. The sound stops when Arthur puts his hand on the dog's head, gaining instant obedience.
Arthur himself is still lounging in his chair, one boot on the table, but there is a line of alertness running through his body that is unmistakable to a warrior.
Not tension, not aggression, but a poised alertness.
The beast gets a sharp look, as does the man. Of the skywalkers she met, there were two clans -- scientist and soldier. She can't tell which clan he falls into at first glance.
So without an ostensible threat, she draws herself up to her full height, one hand coming to rest on the bowstring across her chest.
"I am Neytiri Dis'kahan Mo'at'itey, daughter of the Omaticaya clan."
Something about him makes her drop her gaze a little, her glance cutting to the side.
He swings his foot off the table, straightens in his chair. He keeps his hand on Cabal's head, and the other on the table. His sword is on the table, but his hand is placed flat against the wood where she can see it. She - and she is undoubtedly she, even before she spoke - is tall. Taller even than the Sidhe, and they had made his mouth go dry the first time he saw them. And they were not blue.
"I am Arthur Kyner, son of the Silures tribe," he says carefully, watching her. Tribe, not clan - clan is complicated. "This is Milliways, it is another world from yours. You came by magic, or technology, or a combination of both. And I give you my word that I speak the truth," Arthur adds. His voice is slow, measured, but those dark eyes of his are sharp.
"Arthurkyner," she says, her eyes flitting over both dog and sword before returning to his face. "The truth you speak is also insanity. But I am used to such, for your kind."
Not being sure how she feels makes two of 'em - Trudy isn't sure how she feels about being dead. Or seeing Neytiri, for that matter. She'd liked the Na'vi woman, or what little she knew her.
"Don't tell me you're dead, too," might not be the best first thing to say, but Trudy was like that. Especially an unsettled Trudy, which she was.
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Then he says. "Mine's bigger."
What exactly is he referring to is unknown because he has no weapons on him. Perhaps it's his ears.
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Arthur himself is still lounging in his chair, one boot on the table, but there is a line of alertness running through his body that is unmistakable to a warrior.
Not tension, not aggression, but a poised alertness.
"New, miss?"
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So without an ostensible threat, she draws herself up to her full height, one hand coming to rest on the bowstring across her chest.
"I am Neytiri Dis'kahan Mo'at'itey, daughter of the Omaticaya clan."
Something about him makes her drop her gaze a little, her glance cutting to the side.
"And yes. This place is new to me."
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"I am Arthur Kyner, son of the Silures tribe," he says carefully, watching her. Tribe, not clan - clan is complicated. "This is Milliways, it is another world from yours. You came by magic, or technology, or a combination of both. And I give you my word that I speak the truth," Arthur adds. His voice is slow, measured, but those dark eyes of his are sharp.
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"Don't tell me you're dead, too," might not be the best first thing to say, but Trudy was like that. Especially an unsettled Trudy, which she was.
Where's Norm, where's Jake, what happened-
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"Trudeechahkone."
She was among the fallen. And yet, she lives here.
"Eywa, you live."
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