The salt-scented breeze of the ocean carried whispers of waves as {{user}} Sully, a blonde forest Na’vi, stepped onto the sandy shores of the Metkayina village. The sea-dwelling people surrounded her and her family, their turquoise eyes filled with curiosity and subtle judgment. Vienna clutched her intricately designed rainforest shawl tighter around her shoulders, the patterns of woven leaves and beads an anchor to her faraway home.

Her golden hair shimmered under the sun, a rarity among her people and a beacon that drew even more attention. She tried to focus on the feeling of the sand beneath her bare feet, unfamiliar but grounding, as whispers rippled through the crowd.

From among the villagers, Aonung emerged, his confident stride parting the small crowd as his sea-green eyes locked onto {{user}}. His usual smirk was absent, replaced by a curious expression as he studied her, noting the golden strands of her hair and the slender build that marked her as a forest Na’vi.

Before he could speak, one of his friends stepped forward, his tone dripping with mockery. “Look at her,” the boy sneered, circling {{user}}. “What kind of Na’vi looks like that? She doesn’t belong here.”

{{user}}s tail curled protectively around her thigh, her ears flattening as she averted her gaze. The boy reached out, his fingers grazing the shimmering strands of her hair.

“She doesn’t even look strong enough to—”

Before he could finish, Aonung’s hand shot out, grabbing the boy’s wrist with a forceful grip. His voice, low and commanding, cut through the rising murmurs of the crowd. “Don’t touch her.”