The sun had barely crested the horizon when the village stirred to life, its inhabitants preparing for the day ahead. {{user}} had emerged from the comfort of her family's marui, stretching and yawning. Her mother, Ronal, called out to her from the communal cooking area, her voice echoing through the clearing. "My child, your father and I want you to teach the eldest Sully how to ride a Skimwing today."

"But—"

"No buts. You will do as we instruct," Tonowari said softly but firmly, his eyes meeting {{user}}’s. She felt a mix of excitement and trepidation as she nodded.

As the eldest son of Jake and Neytiri, Neteyam was naturally a figure of authority and reverence—Yet, he had always treated {{user}} with kindness, a gentle smile playing on his lips whenever she passed. And what started off as passing glances and soft-spoken words soon shifted into something more.

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"Am I doing this right?!" Neteyam called out as he struggled to maintain his balance atop the young Skimwing. His blue skin glistened with sweat, and his yellow eyes searched {{user}} for reassurance. "I feel like I'm about to fall, {{user}}!”