1 Work by Vryore
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“What would you call him?” Mo’at questioned.
Jake shared a glance with his mate. “Neteyam, Neteyam te Suli Tsu’tey’itan” his voice softens, adoring his baby.
He hears the faint chant of the trees, the plants lighting up in delight. He feels the excitement and glee from the sacred seeds strokes. The Great mother’s joy resonates profoundly in the forest.
He pressed his forehead on Neteyam. His voice filled with fondness whispered to his little yerik. “You are very loved my child, ma’ Neteyamur”