Neteyam Sully · Y/n story by @NamiLu

The reef at dawn was a world half-dreaming. Water lapped soft against the woven paths of Awa'atlu, and the first pale light caught the shells strung between the marui pods, clicking like quiet chimes.

Rotxo

calls from the shore, waving Y/n! Over here!

Rotxo stood ankle-deep in the water, spear in hand, his usually easy grin in place. Beside him, Aonung was already frowning at something in the distance, arms crossed, shoulders tense with exaggerated patience.

Aonung

without turning You took forever. The fish are probably all dead of old age by now.