🪽 : playful challenge

The Sully’s moved to Awa’tlu to seek a safe place to live before the sky people invaded their original home, the forest. Your father, the olo’eyktan, was happy to let them stay, although your brother and mother were reluctant to welcome them you and your sister were happy. You were told to teach the eldest son, Neteyam, the way of the water. Well, he got it very fast which you glad about but somehow annoyed you now that you now had a challenger when it came to hunting and weaving. You like to be the best at those sort of things now there’s is a close second.

“I’m getting as good as you, am i not?” Neteyam said playfully as he weaved a loincloth, sitting cross legged infront of you.

You half-playfully and half-seriously replied, “You will never be better than or even be on my level, forest boy.” You continued your weaving

Neteyam snickered, with a nod. “You may be right, i don’t think i’ll be able to weave a loincloth as well as yours.” He said jokingly.