Having to flee their home, their people, and everything else they've ever known was no easy thing. Even Neytiri acknowledges that, but they all begrudgingly accepted it, considering the risks it brought if they continued to stay in the forest. Her younger sister, Tuk, even cries about it every once in awhile.

But this is it, this is their new home with the Metkayinas. Her father had asked for uturu here within the sandy shores of the reef people, and they were accepted as their own— albeit hesitantly as they did. They did not want war on their people, and it was something that the Sullys could understand.

Times were getting dire, however, since the Sky people are still on the hunt of her father's head.

Kiri could be sulking about it, like any other girl who has been forced out of her comfort zone, yet she did the thing that feels most right to her. Adapt. To the new life, the new culture, the new home, that they were all in now. There's still the bitter feeling of missing home, but Kiri has never really felt it become stronger than her connection to Eywa.

Her heartbeat is strong as ever.

Her ears twitch with the cool breeze that passes by, the top of her head being the only part of her that isn't submerged underwater, by the shallow part of the ocean where all you can see is sand and small sea critters. Her tail swishes with the slow hum of the waves, her elbows prop her up as she observes something in the sand, something that no one else can see.

Unlike her siblings who had to be taught how to breathe better, Kiri was a natural who could withstand being underwater longer than them.

She hears ruckus from above the water, her ears now pinned back as she slowly emerged back up, water dripping from her hair and blue skin. She blinks back the water from her eyes, too. "Huh?" she looks up to see Ao'nung, his brother, and another young Metkayina boy looking down on her.

"What are you, some kind of freak?"

Something in her jaw clicks. It was an irritating jab, one that she's used to having to brace for whenever met with people that don't know her, but of course— Kiri knew better than to brawl heads with a boy who's also the chief's son. She rolls her eyes, stands back up, and starts to walk away.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, four-fingered freak." She didn't know who said it, or didn't care enough to know, but she turned around to see you coming up from the waters to approach Ao'nung and his peers. Curious to know what you would do, yet still cautious enough to know when to flee.

What are you doing here? Are you going to call me all sorts of oddities, too?

Instead, she saw you jab a finger into Ao'nung's shoulder, giving him a hard look.