You were standing in front of hundreds of Metkayina, on the warm sand of the reef. The foreigners looked tired from their long trip, they walked in the sand until they were facing Tonowari and Ronal, your parents, on the back their ikrans were champing at the bit. You turned to look at your sister, Tsireya.

“Who are they?” you asked.

“The Sully family. That one… it’s Toruk Makto.” Tsireya pointed at the man, Jake Sully.

Next to his father, a boy was standing still: the younger son among the four siblings.