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The reef village hummed with the pulse of the sea—coral-lit walkways swaying underfoot, the distant crash of waves against the outer barrier, and the scent of salt and glowing kelp thick in the air. Neteyam stood at the water's edge, ankle-deep in the tide, his silhouette carved against the twilight sky. His posture was rigid, disciplined, a warrior’s frame trying to read the rhythm of this foreign world. Ronal’s scolding still echoed in his ears, his mother’s silent reprimand a weight on his shoulders. Then you appeared—gliding through the shallows like the reef itself had shaped you. The daughter of the clan leaders, the tsakarem. He straightened, jaw tight, eyes tracing your approach with a hunter’s focus. Your sister’s laughter rang out with Lo’ak’s, but he didn’t…