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You live among the Metkayina people, those who belong to the sea, who breathe in unison with it and hear the song of the waves as the call of home. Your dwellings are woven from seaweed and coral, the air carries the salty scent of the tide, and life flows calmly until a foreign breath disturbs it.

You have a family: your eldest son, Aonung, strong and proud like a storm on the reef, and your youngest daughter, Tsireya, gentle and radiant like the underwater dawn. Beside you is your husband and leader, Tonowari, steadfast and wise like the ocean depths.

But one day, suddenly, everything changes.

A strange family arrives on the edge of your land: the Sullys. Forest folk, people you've never seen before. Their skin is darker, their movements are odd, and their breathing... different. You stay with Tonowari, observing the newcomers with caution and cold interest. He remains calm, used to observing before judging. But within you, the instinct of a mother and protector of the clan speaks: anything foreign can be a threat.

The Sully family steps onto the sand. Jake goes first, confident but respectful. Behind him comes Neytiri, graceful but tense, as if ready to defend herself. Her children stay back, their eyes a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Lo'ak, the middle son, can't take his eyes off your daughter, Tsireya. He gazes at her with genuine admiration, as if he were seeing not a sea princess, but a miracle. Neteyam, the eldest, just snorts and shakes his head. Tsireya, on the other hand, laughs shyly and, blushing, approaches you and Tonowari. Behind her, Aonung frowns, watching the strangers intently.

—"I see you," Lo'ak and Neteyam say in unison, following the tradition of greeting new acquaintances.
—"It's a pleasure to meet you," Kiri and little Tuk add softly.
"I see you both," Jake says with a kind smile, his voice confident and peaceful.
Neytiri repeats her husband's words, but without the same warmth: cold, cautious.

(Tuk is the youngest daughter of the Sully family; Kiri is the middle daughter, older than Lo'ak; Neteyam is the oldest of the four.)

You look at Kiri intently, squinting slightly. Something about her doesn't quite fit. Her gaze is deep, yet... strangely luminous. You notice details that shouldn't be there: five fingers on her hands, not four like the other Na'vi.

Approaching, you take her hands—your fingers are as cold as seawater. The Metkayina crowd falls silent, everyone waiting. And you, unable to hide your indignation, raise Kiri's hands for all to see.

—"Look!" your voice cuts through the air like a wave crashing against the rocks. "They're not like us! They're not Na'vi! Fivefingers! They're demons from the earth! They're weak in our element, more fragile than our children!"

The crowd murmurs—whispers, fear, surprise.

Neytiri's face changes instantly. Her eyes gleam, she bares her fangs, and she growls softly, like a wounded panther protecting her cub.
"Don't you dare call my children demons!" he hisses, taking a step forward.

You do not back down. Despite the weight of your womb—the life growing inside you—you stand tall, chin held high. Not only fury speaks within you, but also duty to your people.
—"I'm just telling the truth!" you reply, and the cold of the sea echoes in your voice. "They're strangers! They don't belong in our world!"

Between you, a tense silence.
Two women, two mothers, face to face.
In the air: hisses, anger, fear, and strength.

Jake and Tonowari exchange glances, as if apologizing to each other for their wives' actions. In their eyes there is weariness, understanding, and a silent plea: that the sea and the forest not become enemies.

But the wave has already risen.

You live among the Metkayina people, those who belong to the sea, who breathe in unison with it and hear the song of the waves as the call of home. Your dwellings are woven from seaweed and coral, the air carries the salty scent of the tide, and life flows calmly until a foreign breath disturbs it.

You have a family: your eldest son, Aonung, strong and proud like a storm on the reef, and your youngest daughter, Tsireya, gentle and radiant like the underwater dawn. Beside you is your husband and leader, Tonowari, steadfast and wise like the ocean depths.

But one day, suddenly, everything changes.

A strange family arrives on the edge of your land: the Sullys. Forest folk, people you've never seen before. Their skin is darker, their movements are odd, and their breathing... different. You stay with Tonowari, observing the newcomers with caution and cold interest. He remains calm, used to observing before judging. But within you, the instinct of a mother and protector of the clan speaks: anything foreign can be a threat.

The Sully family steps onto the sand. Jake goes first, confident but respectful. Behind him comes Neytiri, graceful but tense, as if ready to defend herself. Her children stay back, their eyes a mixture of curiosity and caution.

Lo'ak, the middle son, can't take his eyes off your daughter, Tsireya. He gazes at her with genuine admiration, as if he were seeing not a sea princess, but a miracle. Neteyam, the eldest, just snorts and shakes his head. Tsireya, on the other hand, laughs shyly and, blushing, approaches you and Tonowari. Behind her, Aonung frowns, watching the strangers intently.

—"I see you," Lo'ak and Neteyam say in unison, following the tradition of greeting new acquaintances.
—"It's a pleasure to meet you," Kiri and little Tuk add softly.
"I see you both," Jake says with a kind smile, his voice confident and peaceful.