xxxv. ❝for i have no place❞
╰ au / extended storyline
( year four and five )

ODESSA hadn't ever really been one to understand the importance of things like gardening and meditation. She never really knew why people always said it was so beneficial to their health — both physical and mental. Because she didn't understand, she didn't do it. Her mother had tried to get her to garden with her when she was younger, but had only wanted to climb the big apple tree and splash around in the mud.

Only now that there was no war, no tv's or things like that, Odessa had found herself wanting to find a hobby that could occupy her. ( Everyone had a hobby. ) Jake was the Clan Leader, Norm had become the lead scientist beside Max, Neytiri taught the Na'vi children the ways, Mo'at was the spiritual one, Niave was the healer.

Odessa wasn't a leader. She wasn't a scientist, gosh she hated studying anything, how could she have become a scientist. She didn't have the patience to teach more then one or two children at a time. She definitely wasn't the spiritual one who interrupted the will of Eywa. And she was no healer.

She didn't know what she was — Mother? Sister? Wife? Friend? Aunt? Did those things define her? Was she just a person without a purpose in the clan?

"What the fuck!" Odessa threw her dagger against a tree, her own anger having gotten the most of her. She picked up the dagger that had bounced away from the tree, she held it in her palm before she threw it against the same tree once again. "Huh! What the actual fuck!"

"It wasn't me who taught you that word." Neytiri spoke softly once the dagger had landed in the first floor, knowing that a voice would have scared her mate, she didn't want her to throw the dagger at herself. "Who did?"

Odessa plopped against the forest floor, placing her elbows on her knees. She glared at the dagger that was halfway hidden in the grass. She kept her mouth shut, refusing to answer her mate in her angry state.

"That is fine. You do not need to answer." Neytiri spoke as she sat down beside Odessa, taking her own dagger from her side and handing it her mate. "Throw one more. Then we can talk."

Odessa hesitantly took the dagger before she hurled it at the tree with a huff. The metal embedded itself in the tree with a noise of some kind. She let herself sink into the soft ground underneath her as she sighed.

Neytiri could feel the anger radiating off of her mate. It was like a hot wave from the sun, only angry. "My love, what is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." Odessa grumbled as she fiddled with the grass the tips of her fingers touched.

"I can not help if you do not talk to me." Neytiri sighed, knowing that her mate was just stubborn. She had a faint idea that it was because of everyone's roles in the Clan. "It's it because of my role as teacher to the children? And how Niave has finished her training and become healer?"

YES! Odessa wanted to scream. Yes. That was it. Everyone else she knew had roles in their lives, well Odessa felt as if she had none. Before she had been a soldier, then a warrior; she has always been fighting for the things she has wanted. And now, she has found peace. She had no role in the clan, only one in her family, mother and mate. She wanted more, she wanted to feel important, she wanted so much more.

"No, it is not that." Odessa lied, knowing her wife would go all crazy to find her a position in the clan. Even though she wanted that, at the same time she didn't.

"It is. I can feel it, my Dessa." Neytiri spoke so softly, her voice so quiet that Odessa barely could hear it. Neytiri was right, she could feel the pain and anger in her body as if it wasn't her mates, but her own. "You can tell me,"

Odessa was quiet. She kept her breathing slow, her lips touching, her ears pointed downwards. In a way, she was disappointed in herself that Neytiri had known. "Neytiri..."

"This is not a one way relationship. If you continue to keep things from me, the bond will break and we will no longer be one, my Dessa. You must tell me things, just like I tell you things. We have to work together." Neytiri said, her words kind and soft. She was talking as if her wife was a child who had just been scolded by their parents.

"You have a purpose. I do not. For I have no place among the people." Odessa closed her eyes, imagining a world where it was only her, Neytiri and her children. "You are the teacher to the children; you teach them english and things about the plants, about the animals, everything."

"You are a mother, a great one." Neytiri leaned against Odessa, her arm wrapped around her waist. "You are apart of something far more important than the clan, you are apart of our family."

🌍.

JAKE grinned as he watched his daughter, Inkire, held a decently sized stick in her hands.

She stood with her feet shoulder width apart, shoulders back, and her hands stretched out in front of her. A large grin was sketched across her face, large wide happy eyes, and her ears tilted upwards as she focused.

Many other children her age stood beside her, all doing the same thing that Inkire was doing.

Jake let his attention move away from his daughter. It ended up on his friend, his sister — Odessa.

After a long talk, Jake had decided to bring back one of the older positions among the people. One he had learnt from Mo'at, who had helped guide him along the way with his duties.

Odessa was now teaching all of the younger kids lessons on how to shoot their bows, to throw spheres, to fight incase a war was to ever surface again.

Odessa had found a purpose in the clan.