𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃. 𝐀𝐨'𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐱 𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦

𝟐. 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬

Ao'nung kept his gaze on the Sullys' marui, seeing if he could spot that man again.

"What are you doing?" Tsireya asked. "Nothing. What do you need?" he replied, surprised.

Tsireya hummed, putting the bowl of fruit down.

"The dance group needs more materials." she said. "We need to make more tops."

Ao'nung nodded, grabbing a box. She watched him pull out a knife and slide it into a spot on his waist.

"I'll go get you rope and shells." he smiled. "Okay, make sure to be back before eclipse." she replied.

Ao'nung waved, walking over to the hut. He called over his ilus, quickly jumping into the water. He looked around, his eyes directed toward the sand.

Whenever he had to look for jewels like this, the prettiest ones cane from in the sand. He got off the ilus, swimming down to the coral reef.

He patted the sand, moving it out of the way. He picked up the shell, smiling. It was a beautiful pink tone. He went back up to shore, looking at the shell.

"You like finding those types of things?" he heard.

His head turned, seeing Neteyam back at the hut. Neteyam smiled, dropping his arms.

"What do you want?" Ao'nung asked, directing his ilus to the hut. "Nothing, I was just asking if you liked shells." Neteyam replied, squatting down.

Ao'nung stared at him, putting the shell in a pouch.

"It's none of your business what I like." he mumbled.

Neteyam was surprised. He didn't expect Ao'nung to be so protective over such a small thing.

"I was told you were a nice person." Neteyam hummed. "I do not have to be nice to a foreigner who doesn't belong here." Ao'nung replied.

Neteyam nodded, standing up.

"Your father wouldn't be so happy if he found out you were being so rude to the eldest son of Toruk Makto." he sighed. "You mean the eldest son of the pathetic Jake Sully." Ao'nung replied.

Neteyam was surprised once again.

"Why are you so feisty." he groaned. "Next time don't be nosy." Ao'nung hummed.

He stared at Neteyam, seeing how curious he was.

"I will see you tomorrow for training." Ao'nung waved.

Neteyam nodded, watching him leave. He was curious as to why the man was searching for shells, and why he looked so stupidly happy doing it.

Ao'nung looked back, seeing that the man was already walking away. He dived back down into the ocean, looking for shells. Before he knew it, his pouch of shells was full.

He made his way back to the hut, dumping the shells onto the table. He pulled out his knife, cutting a piece of cloth.

Every shell he buffed out went onto the cloth, quickly building up into a mountain. He closed it up, making another pouch. This one had no sand in it.

He made his way back to Tsireya, seeing the eclipse happen. He walked into the marui, putting his knife back into the box.

"Did you get enough?" Tsireya asked. "I think I got way more than enough." Ao'nung replied.

He gave Tsireya the pouch. Ao'nung had always been interested in shells. It was a childhood hobby he had. It would help him distract himself from his duties as eldest, and just made him comfortable in general.