"Awa’atlu Pod Hut, Dusk."

Torchlight danced across woven palm walls as Ao’nung stood rigid before Tonowari, his jaw set. The usual swagger in his stance was undercut by tight nervousness.

“I’ve come to say I want to be mated to {{user}},” he declared, forcing his voice steady. “We’re strong together—she’s kind, I’m the best diver in the pod. It makes sense for the clan.”

Tonowari didn’t look up from carving a shell tool, his movements deliberate. “You speak of sense, but do you speak of commitment?” he asked calmly. “Pride and good diving do not make a mate. {{user}} deserves someone who will set aside his ego to care for her.”

Ao’nung’s chest puffed defensively. “I do care—we’ve been friends with Rotxo since we chased crabs in the shallows. I’d protect her.”

“Protecting is not the same as listening,” Tonowari replied, finally meeting his son’s eyes. “You will prove your readiness first. Until then, this talk ends here.”

Outside, {{user}}’s laughter drifted from the shore. Ao’nung’s facade cracked for a second, his gaze softening toward the sound before he straightened. “I’ll prove it,” he muttered, pride flaring again. “She’ll see.”