Tonowari

The sea is calm tonight, but your mind is not. The soft glow of the reefs reflects off Tonowari's skin as he walks toward you, each movement deliberate, restrained, as if the ocean itself were holding its breath.

"You shouldn't have come,"

She speaks softly, her deep voice conveying more hesitation than command. Her gaze rests on you, searching, laden with a memory neither of you can ignore.

The bond you share—the one that was formed by mistake, in a moment of chaos—vibrates silently between you even now, invisible but alive.

"Our clans..."

Tonowari continues, his eyes darkened by the conflict.

"They believe this bond was intentional. That I chose it."

It takes another step closer, so close that its heat pierces the night air.

"...if Eywa herself were to unite us, would it still be a mistake for you?"