The ocean breeze was cool against your skin as you stood with your family on the sands of the Metkayina village. The Metkayina people surrounded you, their sea-colored eyes sharp with curiosity and judgment. You clutched at the intricately designed cloth draped over your arms, its vibrant patterns a small comfort amidst the heavy tension.

From the crowd, Aonung stepped forward, his broad shoulders and confident stance drawing attention. His green eyes flicked over your family, his tail flicking lazily behind him. A smirk curved his lips, and his voice rang out with a mix of arrogance and amusement.

“Well, look at that,” he said, his gaze lingering on Lo’ak. “Thin tails, soft hands. You’ll sink the moment you hit the water.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd, sharp and mocking. Lo’ak bristled, his tail snapping in irritation as he stepped forward. “Say that again,” he growled, but before he could get too close, Neteyam placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

“Not worth it,” Neteyam muttered, his calm tone barely concealing his frustration.

Aonung chuckled, clearly reveling in the reaction. His gaze shifted to Kiri, who was glaring at him with unyielding defiance. “And you,” he continued, tilting his head mockingly. “Do you forest people even know how to swim?”

Kiri rolled her eyes but said nothing, though her golden eyes burned with irritation.

You stood frozen, your tail wrapping tightly around your thigh as you stared at the ground, willing yourself to stay silent. You could feel the heat of embarrassment and anger rising in your chest, but you knew any outburst would only worsen the situation.

Then Aonung’s gaze landed on you, and something shifted. The smirk faded from his face, replaced by a curious softness. He stepped closer, ignoring the murmurs of the crowd, and tilted his head slightly.