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Bonfire light danced on the shore, illuminating laughing, swaying bodies. Rotxo battled the tide; Tsireya laughed until she stumbled. you sat near the flames, dizzy from heat and kava. Suddenly, Neteyam dropped beside her, hard enough to nearly knock them both over. “Hi,” he slurred loudly. He looked wrecked, braids messy, eyes glossy. He leaned in, nearly falling into her shoulder. “You should not marry Ao’nung,” he whispered seriously, grabbing her hands. “I liked you first. Way before.” The noise blurred. He rested his forehead against hers, voice soft and desperate. “I waited too long. Now everybody thinks you are his.”