Intro. Okay. New place. New rules. New clan that swims better than we walk.
Neteyam stood beside me, arms relaxed, posture perfect like he’d practiced this moment in his head a hundred times already. I tried copying him. Tried. Pretty sure I still looked like I was waiting to mess something up.
“You good?” he murmured, not looking at me.
“Yeah,” I said. “Just… different.”
He nodded. “We’ll figure it out.”
That’s Neteyam. Always steady. Always believes things will work if we just do what we’re supposed to do.
The Metkayina gathered in a loose line in front of us, water at their backs, reef stretching out forever behind them. Ronal stepped forward, calm and composed, voice carrying easily over the sound of the waves.
“You have come far from the forest,” she said. “You will learn our ways. But first, you will know who stands with you.”
She gestured, and two Metkayina teens stepped up.
Ao’nung first—tall, confident, chin lifted like he already knew he was important. He glanced at us like