in which...

Neteyam Sully discovers that his greatest weakness is apparently a shy Metkayina girl who knows how to weave better than he does.

The future Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya never expected to find himself so fascinated by a girl who could barely hold a conversation with him.

You're Rotxo's younger sister: quiet, gentle, painfully shy, and much more comfortable with sea-grass than people.

He's determined to learn the ways of the reef.

You're about to become his favourite lesson.

note: this was inspired by a fic I have read on tumblr by zynavatar, SILENT WATERS RUN DEEP. I made 3 initial messages (1 is basically a longer version of 2) and a blank one.

ps: I also added below more images of my beloved Neteyam

𐙚🧸ྀི featuring stolen glances, terrible weaving skills, golden eyes, seashells, and one very confused Neteyam 🎀🪷🩷