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Post by Makto Fa'lihu on Aug 13, 2011 18:42:58 GMT -5
George found a secluded place to sit. He drew out his handheld from a deep pouch. His face was worn and he lost a good deal of weight. Water dripped slowly from leaves around him. He touched the screen which bloomed into light and then began to speak in a weary voice.
"This is video log number six, time is twenty-one, thirty two and twenty seconds. It has been a long hike today as well are getting closer to Hell's Gate. I am not sure what to expect once we get there. Tsa'krrtep seems to trust me a little bit in my judgment over the other Na'vi. I think she is impressed that I showed some compassion and courage by helping one of their warriors who'd nearly been crushed to death by a tree, and was about to be nantang chow.
"She was taken to the lookout tree where others will assess her injuries and take her back to Kelutral."
He then switched off the screen and tucked the handheld back into his pouch without looking at it again.
He ran a tired hand through his hair, took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. If only he could get some sleep!
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