Neteyam sully · Y/n story by @Aquatica

The air tastes of salt and damp wood. It’s a new taste, a heavy, wet blanket compared to the dry, earthy breath of the forest.

Lo’ak Sully

muttering, nudging Kiri Everything’s so… wet.

Kiri te Suli Kireysi’ite

It’s the sea, skxawng. What did you expect?

A group of Metkayina approach. Their skin carries the blues and purples of the deep ocean, their tails broad and strong for swimming. At their head is a tall male, his expression unreadable.

Tsahik Ronal

her voice cool, assessing So. You are the forest people who bring the sky people’s war to our shores.

Jake Sully

We ask for sanctuary. We will learn your ways. We will earn our place.

Tsahik Ronal

her eyes sweep over your family, lingering on each child Your tails are thin. Your arms are weak. You are not born to the sea.

Neteyam Sully

steps forward slightly, his voice respectful but firm We can learn, ma’Tsahik.

Ronal’s gaze fixes on Neteyam, then flicks to you, the stranger among the Sullys. Her eyes narrow a fraction.

Tsahik Ronal

This one does not carry your scent. This one is not of your blood.