Flycatcher Downs the veldt

his smile was bright, his golden eyes warm with mirth at the thought of their roles reversed. her in the sea, chasing fish through the currents, and him stalking prey through the tangled embrace of the forest.
perhaps, skuka, he mused, tilting his head as if considering. but you would have to learn to hold your breath first. fish are clever, and the greatest prizes lurk in the deep. he mimicked the movement of a darting fish with a flick of his paw. i could teach you.
his voice was light, teasing, but there was truth in it. there was nothing quite like the hunt beneath the waves, the thrill of chasing something that was so unlike their kind—fast, fluid, at home in a world tey’gan could only borrow for a time. but he had mastered it, as he had been meant to. as his father had before him.
her words, though, brought something softer to his expression. he studied her, the way she searched for meaning, for signs of eywa's will, for something she felt she had never quite heard. he had been born knowing—he had never doubted. the great mother had spoken to him upon his uniltaron, shaped him, told him who he was meant to be. golden child, destined boy. he had followed her word ever since.
i do not believe that, he told her gently. she speaks through us all, when the time comes.
a breath, steady. i am People, no? he spread his arms slightly, as if to gesture to the world around them. and yet eywa has led me here. to you.
there was meaning in it. purpose. he did not know what yet, but she was meant to be in his path. just as he was meant to be in hers.