༄ 9┆Will They Reach It?

                                    

                                          

That jerk must be a galactic embarrassment. 
(y/n) thought as she walked with the Sully kids, passing by the secretly located seashore where the incident happened, diverting her eyes from the sight to not remind herself of what happened hours earlier. The five have planned to meet with Tsireya. Knowing that she is finished with her diving lessons with the other Na'vi once the sun begins to settle with orange and dark pink colors. Maybe a small dinner together with the other members of the village at a gathering place.
The human's feet were bare, finding it hard to maneuver around with shoes because sand always found its way inside them and into her socks, though it allowed her to kick and slide her feet on the damp sand. Though she feared the water, she enjoyed the scenery of the beach or the coast. Only if everyone was pleasant and welcoming, and minded their business. It's free not to care about people's business. 
As she follows behind the kids, she kicks the sand away from her path, watching it satisfyingly fall back with the bit's friends. 
"Everyone!" A female voice calls, making the small group stop and turn around. It was the reef princess, a big smile on her face while walking to them hurriedly while carrying something colorful in her hands. Her thick and long tail swishes as she jogged the last steps to them. "We were just finding you," Tuk tells her. 
"Well, I took the time to find this for her." The human teen who was taken steps away from the group, finding the princess unfamiliar, then was called by her. She looked at the Kiri and Tuk, thinking it was either or both of them she was talking to. "Hi. Uh, me?" She pointed out herself, tilting her head and body while confused. "Yes, yes. I hope you like shells." (y/n) walked to the tall Na'vi, being until her waist as the princess bends lightly down to deliver this beautiful–– "Gulf oyster drill-like shell!" 
(y/n) began to laugh, she couldn't believe it. Something from home would also be here? In some type of way? It was huge, it was from the tips of her below and fingers. Tsireya happily and carefully gives the shell to her, which made her look even smaller. "Sorry, I thought you were taller than I expected..."
"No worries, I at least have more to admire. Thank you so much." 
"You welcome..." Tsireya looks at her friends, wordlessly asking for her name or what to refer to her as. Neteyam steps up, smiling down at the human. "(y/n), and..." (y/n) looks up at the princess with an excited smile. "Tsireya." 
"What a nice name, nice to meet you, princess." She looks like a princess indeed, welcoming and gentle as she handles her things. 

"Tsireya..." repeated her name, never hearing any resemblance of it in her life. Her eyes behind her oxygen mask studies her face, studying her eyes and smile, it looked familiar to her.
"I am the sister of Ao'nung, and sorry again, he can be mean to people, not from this clan." Ao'nung? (y/n) thought that is his name. She shrugged as she repositioned her arms carrying the heavy colorful shell. "Don't be sorry, please, it is okay."
"She can brush him off easily." Neteyam chuckled, looking back to the path we were taking to join the clan in cooking and eating. 
"But we should go now, Rotxo is possibly waiting for us to arrive." Neteyam suddenly suggested, looking to the leaf and nature-covered path leading back to the main area of the people. 
Tsireya and everyone knew of his reciprocated feelings towards the prince, sometimes shared, sometimes not, they can bicker over small things rarely nowadays. But ever since he was picking on his human friend, it bugged him. He was mad at himself and himself. He's probably the one thinking about it the most, compared to the one who was targeted by that mean Metkayina hunter.