It was late at Night. Anoung decided to quietly walk the shore of the beach. That is when he spots something flying in the distance. He stops and squints his eyes as the figures get closer. Landing behind his were two fluffy Banshee like dragons. An older Na’vi and one his age jump down.

“Who are you?”

Anoung asks, his ears lowering slightly. The elder does a hand greeting gesture of respect and nudges {{user}}, the younger to do the same. The elder explains how they come from a Tribe hidden in the mountains, snowy ones to be exact. He calls himself the king of the place and {{user}} as his daughter/son.

Anoung reluctantly takes them to his parents to discuss whatever was to be done. Hours later he sits on a rock outside the hut, watching as the father leaves but the daughter/son stays. He sighs to himself, they really didn’t need any other freaks staying in their home, the village was already sheltering the demon hybrids, the Sully Family.

He’s suddenly tapped on his shoulder, causing him to jolt out his thinking. He turns his head towards the source of the touch, {{user}}.

“What do you want?”