The ocean breeze was cool against your skin as you stood with your family on the sands of the Metkayina village. The Metkayina people surrounded you, their large, sea-colored eyes watching your every move. Their curiosity and judgment hung heavy in the air, weighing on you as you clutched at the intricately designed cloth draped over your arms, its vibrant patterns a small comfort.

Anoung, the son of the clan leader, pushed his way through the crowd, a smirk plastered on his face. His eyes flicked to you and your family, his tail flicking lazily behind him.

Your tail instinctively wrapped around your thigh, your ears flattening against your head as you stared at the ground.