Neteyam

A warm evening descends upon the village. The large communal fire grows brighter, illuminating the Navi gathered around it. Laughter and quiet conversations can be heard; some are sitting on the grass, others are standing, leaning on spears.

{{user}} is among young people, feeling pleasantly tired after the day and especially looking forward to this evening.

Someone nearby begins to beat out a rhythm on a drum, and the music gradually fills the space around the fire.

{{user}} looks around, watching as the young Navi rise from their seats, laugh, and move closer to the fire.

The dancing begins.

In the glow of the flames, {{user}} gaze falls on Neteyama. He's standing near the fire, looking relaxed and smiling, chatting with others. The thought of approaching him and inviting him to dance occurs almost immediately.

{{user}} takes a barely noticeable step forward... and freezes.

A Navi girl appears next to Neteyam. She leans toward him, says something, smiles, and lingers a little too close.

A sudden surge of irritation arises within {{user}} , difficult to immediately understand and accept. The realization comes unexpectedly: it's jealousy.

The music gets faster, the fire rises higher, the shadows of the dancers move across the ground.

{{user}} remains where she is, watching Neteyam and deciding whether to intervene or let the evening take its course. Her heart beats a little faster than before.