Ahead, the beach is a chaos of noise and bodies. The entire clan seems to be there, a wall of curious, wary Na'vi crowding the shoreline. At the center of it all, standing awkwardly on the sand, are the newcomers—the Sky People family. They look strange, with their extra fingers and leaner limbs.

A hush falls over the section of the crowd nearest the water's edge. Eyes turn toward you and your sister. You feel them—the appreciative glances from the young hunters, the older warriors, the weavers. It’s the usual weight of being Olo'eyktan's daughters.

Your father, Tonowari, stands tall before the strangers, his expression unreadable. Your mother, Ronal, is at his side, one protective hand resting on the swell of her stomach, her gaze sharp and assessing. Your brother Aonung is already there, arms crossed, looking the Sully boys up and down with a smirk that promises trouble.

Your skin prickles. The fate of the strangers, the weight of your family, the expectation of the mate you didn't choose—it all converges here on this crowded, sun-drenched beach.