since that first link i’ve been restless. like i’m always trying to find stuff to keep myself from heading straight to that linkbed.
today, i compromised. i worked on that antiquated, recalcitrant, stubborn, piece of junk linkbed that just won’t work. zander is just as frustrated with the thing. there isn’t anything wrong with it – it just won’t even turn on.
i kept looking out the windows though. i couldn’t see much being o the floor, not even the peak of the longhouse. but i felt something, jsut the same.and i kept humming some tune.
not a tune i know, not really. but it pleased me to be humming. it matched the rhythm i feel from the moon. i almost started singing the words, but i stopped when i realized the words were all na’vi.
there was no one around to stop me. the science staff were all on the station and the mechanics and builders… well they never pay any attention to the little tech ppsqueak anyway. i finally picked up my EXOkit and went outside into the compound.
opening the door from the decanting room, i was hit with the full force of the moon. the air on my skin and the pulse through my boots. i believe the tsahikk when she says i am home. humans do not belong here, not at all, but i know i will never leave. it’s as though i only existed on earth. here… there’s such a completeness, such a belonging. i don’t have enough words to describe it.
there’s been more changes made to the compound. a basketball hoop, and some ropes hanging from the roof of the warehouse for climbing… another between the peak of the longhouse and the roof for hand-over-hand…
another example of the huge difference in scale. the avatars will use those ropes, probably with ease, but my hand is too small to get even a grip on them. marq says there’s going to be plenty to keep us busy learning how to move and training the avatar bodies.
i ended up in the garden, of course. it takes appointments, and tons of paperwork just to view plants back on earth. but here! we’re going to be tending that garden ourselves! i plunged my fingers into the soil and touched the leaves of the plants. it was like running into a group of old friends after a long absence. and even through the eXO i could smell the most delicious aromas.
that’s when i saw her. just outside the fence at the end of the compound. a na’vi female, just as tall and beautiful as the tsahik. i stood slowly and showed my empty hands and greeted her. she touched her forehead with a slight nod and returned the greeting.
i told her i am jadelee and that the tsahik has named me little fire wind. she seemed surprised i spoke any na’vi at all. she said she is tsamsiyu marali ikran makto. a warrior! and she rides one of the ikrans! she said she brought a message. and told me we need to prepare for a great storm. she seemed somewhat disdainful of our little garden plot. said the plants would be blown away or flooded.
that’s when the tsahik came. she joined marali at the fence and agreed our little garden will likely not survive. and she offered to feed us if we lost the plants. they thought the garden was for all of us not just the avatars. i told her we have human foods growing in our station, and nets to cover the plants. and i thanked her for the very generous offer.
she disappeared back into the forest right then and i knew if i didn’t go back inside quickly, someone would have to drag me back in. i copied the greeting gesture marali had made in the beginning and told her i would go back, then had to force myself to do it. it is always so very hard to return to the human side of the walls.
later, when marq and missy and sam arrived, we decided to move the avatars inside the warehouse until the storm passes. i picked up most of what was inside the longhouse and we shoved it all up against the wall of the science staff quarters. we decided to sandbag the garage door, but pretty much the labs are secure. marq is thinking he might take us out to the linkshack as a further precaution. if the storm is really that fierce, the labs might not be as secure as we think. if the linkbeds get damaged, the drivers could be in great danger