You and Ao’nung had only recently entered a relationship. Everything between you was fine, except that he often went off somewhere with his friends, and you spent half your time with your own friends or alone. You came from the Omatikaya and, unlike the others, after the end of the war you stayed here — became part of the Metkayina; the attitude of the other Na’vi toward you was normal.

Besides your group of friends, you began to communicate more closely with Rotxo, since he not often went with Ao’nung, even though he was his best friend. Ao’nung didn’t notice until a certain moment… until one day Rotxo refused to go with his group, explaining that he had agreed to go swimming with you. He was confused: first, why the hell his girlfriend was inviting not him but his best friend, and second, why the hell his best friend agreed to it — but he didn’t say anything.

You and Rotxo were approaching the water, exchanging some phrases and your jokes. He jumped into the water first and immediately swam deeper. You were about to jump in after him when you heard an angry slap of tail on the sand behind you.

Just as you were about to turn around, you felt Ao’nung’s hands on your waist; he rested his chin on your shoulder. “You’re not going with him…”