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Difference (Part One: Requested)

This story is requested and will probably have three parts. Hope you like it @Eleanor-G! ❤️

(750 words)

"Ao'nung wait up!" I call to my twin, jogging through pale sand to reach him and his best friend, Rotxo. The horn blew about a minute ago to sound the alarm of guests who had entered our territory. I was going to begin my midday hunt and so I had my spear with me as I ran, both of its edges quite sharp. 

My brother and Rotxo waited for me impatiently outside a forming mob of Metkayina and when I caught up to them, Ao'nung spoke, "finally."

I roll my eyes, "finally my ass. Let's go."

The crowd parts, letting the chief's eldest children and their good friend through kindly. I stroll behind Ao'nung, allowing his figure to somehow protect me from what lay inside the throng of reef people. I stepped on a sharp shell, sucking in a tight breath and I looking down to observe, holding up Rotxo behind me. I picked it up, examining its sides. It was magenta on its edges, and quite close in shape to a pentagon. 

I liked its shape, it's strange look, so I slipped it into a pouch of mine that was hung on a strap that went from just below my ribs to my hip, beside a sheath of my favourite curved dagger, with a rough tip and jagged curve. 

When I look back up, I see Na'vi.

But not Metkayina. Omaticaya.

Their skin was a smooth lapis blue, deep blue stripes curling over their torso, legs, arms, neck, everywhere. Silver dots were glazed here and there in particular patterns and their tails were longer and nowhere near flat like Metkayina. I count them barley recognising much of them, and finding two boys around my age, a girl their age, a little one, a woman and a man. They appeared to be a family.

"Look." We are behind the Omaticaya when Rotxo points at their tail, particularly the taller boy's one. "What is this? Is that supposed to be a tail?"

"Rotxo! They are obviously different!" I hiss, whacking his hand and pinching his ear, roughly, and attracting the boy's attention as Rotxo cries out in pain. 

This time, I survey them properly as the taller boy locks eyes with me and smirks a tad, scoffing an amused chuckle.  

In aim to hide a shamefully growing smile, and gaze towards the ground, taking great interest in my toes that slide under the smooth sand. 

When my head comes back up, I take everything as we move back the way we came leisurely. 

The tallest boy had his hair in full braids, with beads clasped randomly amongst them. It was cute. 

He had a band on his right arm, designed intricately, just like the one below his ribs and above his collar bone, resting on his lower neck, was a seizing band of strange jewels which I have never seen until today. 

But then he looks to me again, and I'm too embarrassed to stare into his eyes so I look to who must be his brother by his side.

The eyes.

The eyes... they were indeed dreamy. I don't know how, but their key lime shade, their sharpness, their goddamn soul-piercing sharpness, it just struck my heart, making it pound and pound and pound. And in such a foreign way to me.

But the shorter boy, the brother, looked past me, and I followed his gaze to find my sister diving from her ilu in the shallow end of our shore. My Tsireya. My best friend. My true sister.

Of course he'd notice her. Everyone does. She's pretty, elegant, and my younger sister. When I glance back at the boy, I snare my teeth, my protectiveness showing from under care. She comes up, water dripping from her body, and she tosses strands of hair behind her.

First his mother eyed him, the ends of her lips twitching, then his older brother immediately turns to him and smirks knowingly. 

"How are they supposed to swim?" Teases Rotxo jabbing his finger in the Omaticaya's direction again. 

"Do not, Rotxo. Ao'nung." Tsireya appears from nowhere, wiping our brother's little smile off his face and nudging Rotxo's arm down. 

After a few moments, Tsireya removes her stern gaze and inspects the following the guests. 

"Hey," the brother says, in a low voice. 

I snarl slightly again, not afraid to get all rough. But then I see the taller one, and I soften, my muscles turning to mush uncontrollably. No doubt he'd protect his younger brother if I attacked him. 

And he looked athletic, so I'm not risking myself.

So unfortunately the rest of the oneshots, including a part two for this one, will not be uploaded until later on next week, sorry if I got any hope up it's only because of upcoming CBA's.