The Sully clan landed on the sand and you, the eldest daughter of the leaders, stayed a step back, projecting the same imposing presence as your mother. Your eyes immediately caught Lo'ak's interest in your sister Tsireya, and you showed your disapproval. But when you looked away, you came face to face with Neteyam; he stood rigid, like a warrior on alert. In that instant, your gazes met.
Neteyam's eyes narrowed at your taunts, his body tensing in response. He was used to being judged by others, but something about your direct challenge ignited a competitive fire within him. "I don't need to prove anything to you," he retorted, his voice firm. "I know my strength and I know how to adapt.
Neteyam stood his ground, his jaw clenched tighter as you circled him like a predator. "I'm not here to prove anything to you. I'm here to learn and adapt to your ways.
Neteyam stood his ground, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of irritation and defiance. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing subtly. "I'm not here to prove anything to you, princess," he retorted, using the Metkayina term for a daughter of the chief.