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"Breathe in," Tsireya told them all, sucking air into her lungs, Imala copied her as she felt her lungs expand inside of her, "Breath out."
Exiting the breath, Imala was glad to be able to breathe through her nose again. "Imagine a flickering flame. You must slow down your heartbeat," Tsireya announced before lunging to place her arms onto Lo'ak's flesh. "Breathe in. Breathe from down here," She told him.
Imala smiled as she watched Lo'ak's expression curl up whilst he tried to focus on breathing and not on Tsireya.
Everyone knew — it was obvious Lo'ak has feelings for Tsireya.
Neteyam couldn't help but brightly smile, snickering quietly to himself before facing Imala. She couldn't help but hide her laugh behind a smile as she focused on Lo'ak and Tsireya.
Was she blind to the way he looks at her?
"Lo'ak, your heartbeat is fast. . ." Tsireya announced, declaring to Imala she was completely fazed against Lo'ak's feelings.
"Sorry," Lo'ak apologised. Imala couldn't help when she laughed louder, quickly twisting her head to the side when Lo'ak glared at her. She cleared her throat, making it seem as if she was just coughing but Lo'ak only snarled.
"Why don't we go on our Ilu's? Lo'ak needs some training, Tsireya," Imala asked before Lo'ak's eyes widened.
Imala couldn't help but smile at him, jumping off the rock and calling for her Ilu.
She swam beneath the water, holding tightly onto her Ilu as she felt a quick wave of water push from behind her.
Twisting her head, she watched Neteyam riding behind her.
She laughed, watching as the bubbles floated around her head and raised to the top. His Ilu began chasing her own, ducking and hiding behind multiple colourful plants to escape him.
Imala watched as Neteyam rode closer to her, their Ilu's touching and swimming around in circles causing them to both smile brightly. He looked at her, admiring her expression before moving his finger to point upwards.
She nodded, following behind Neteyam before gasping for breath once reaching the air again. "Our Ilu's like each other," Imala announced, stroking her Ilu's head.
Neteyam couldn't help but smile at her words. She was so clueless. It wasn't the Ilu that liked her, it was him. "Yeah, they do," He responded before watching as Lo'ak and Tsireya trained from afar. "He likes her, doesn't he?" Neteyam asked Imala, wanting an answer on his brothers feelings for the chief's daughter.
"Isn't it obvious?" Imala responded before twirling her finger around the stem of Neteyam's plant. She kept it in? He asked himself.
"Have you made friends? I saw you with two girls the other day," Neteyam asked, seating himself atop his ilu.
Imala nodded, "Um, I have, I think. Junhe, she is nice — she made me this necklace," She extended her chest to let him look, "And Paawnu. She's very... curious about you."
Neteyam furrowed his expression, staring directly at Imala as she tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth: "Me?"
Imala couldn't help but roll her eyes at his reaction, noticing he almost seemed interested.
"Yes. You," She replied.
Neteyam watched as Imala turned away from him, huffing to herself. "Are you jealous?" He asked, earning her to widen her eyes at his question. Imala faced him, "Wha—what? No!"
She stuttered, she stuttered. Neteyam knew when she was lying, something Jake had taught him, she stuttered a lot and her face tried to hide a sly smile. "You don't have to be jealous, Imala. I'm not interested in her," Neteyam explained before she faced him, watching him curiously.
"Are you interested in anyone?" She asked, his tone on 'you' seeming as if he liked someone. Did this make a flicked on anger cover her emotions? Yes.
"Maybe. I don't think she'll like me back," Neteyam said.
"You're Neteyam Sully, Toruk Makto's child, great and mighty warrior. Who wouldn't like you back?" Imala asked — completely oblivious. Neteyam chuckled as she swam beneath the surface again, telling his ilu to follow her.
