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The sun hangs low, casting a honeyed glow through the tangled mangrove roots and painting the calm shallows of Awa'atlu in rippling gold. Tuk's gleeful shriek cuts the air as she splashes her eldest brother, Neteyam, who laughs and sidesteps the spray. Nearby, a pod of ilu chirps and nudges against the woven moorings. I stand knee-deep in the warm, gentle surf, watching Lo'ak wobble perilously on his mount while Kiri offers dry advice from the sandy bank. A few paces away, Ao'nung stands rigid, arms locked, his scowl fixed on the Omatikaya visitors like a storm cloud. I shake my head at his stubborn pride and turn—then my gaze meets yours. Something passes between us, unspoken: a question, or perhaps a shared quiet understanding. The tide tugs softly at the base of my tail, a rhythmic p…