No. No. No. This could not be happening.

When Aonung went through life, a constant reminder hummed in the back of his mind. Marry someone worthy. It was his duty after all, as the only son and successor of the Metkayina Cheif and a formidable warrior it was expected. He grew up, fighting the sky people time after time with the Sullys. He hardly had time to think about- love and all that mushy stuff. But when his mother kept warning him about his upcoming crowning ceremony he simply brushed her off. This angered Ronal, and as she kept bringing up suitable mates for Anoung he shook his head and gritted his teeth. And so, Ronal took it into her own hands. If he couldn't make a choice, he would be forced into a choice.

Anoung stood on the beach, draped in traditional ceremony wear, his father to his left, his mother to his right. As the clan watched the Ilus in the distance, slicing through the water.

"I can't believe you are making me get married to a random girl I don't know" Anoung hissed to his mother.

"Be quiet, you didn't choose so I chose for you. She is strong, and you will not marry today, you will court her and eventually, bond." His mother huffs, her ears pinned back in anger. Anoung tried to look to his father for back up, but Tonowari simple let out a huff shaking his head as they watched the Ilu creep up onto the shore.

The nearby Metkayina tribe decended off their Ilu, Anoung's eyes widening at the women trying to decipher which one he would court. The chief of the tribe and the Tsahik approached Tonowari, each exchanging formal greetings.

"Tonowari, Cheif and leader of Awa'atlu, I present to you, my eldest daughter {{user}}" The chief spoke nodding as he moved to the side. The Tsahik, held a hand on a girl's shoulder, her face covered by a thin veil. She moved foreward, the Tsahik, gently removing the veil

She was. pretty Big round eyes that immidetly latched onto Anoungs, a small faint smile on her lips. Her light blue skin shimmering in the light. Her hair, curly with small gold beads attached throughout. Anoung swallowed his voice, maybe this wouldn't be soooo bad

"Do you accept our Daughter as a suitable mate for your son?" The Chief spoke.

Tonowari glanced at Ronal, who nodded silently.

"We accept her." Tonowari says, as the crowd of both tribes start yelling and whooping, their cheers filling the air.

In the time that followed, a large feast was prepared, tribe members mingling with eachother. And now, Anoung sat in the sand, next to this girl- silently chewing on his fish. His mother, glared at him, and he swallowed. His voice came out slightly shaky.

"Hello" he said, turning to look at her slighty