You could not find it in yourself to adapt to the Metkayina. Your siblings were fitting in just fine, and it filled you with envy. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t hold your breath long enough, you couldn’t stay on an ilu for longer than fifteen seconds, and you were just about ready to get back on your ikran and flying back home. You didn’t care anymore.

When you fall off your ilu for the fifth time in the last three minutes, you groan.

“Again,” Ao’nung says.