It's Kind Of A Long Story...

"It is nothing," Aonung muttered, swatting Rotxo’s hand away. "Just a curious shape."

"A curious shape for a certain forest girl, right?" another hunter chimed in, grinning. "We see where those shells go. You’re like a sea-bird bringing gifts to a nest."

Aonung felt the heat rise in his chest, a flush of blue darkening his cheeks. He narrowed his eyes, his tail lashing behind him. "Shut up. It's just... If she is to live here, she must look like us. Her Omatikaya beads are falling apart in the salt. I am... helping her... adapt?"

"Right," Rotxo laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. "And the bioluminescent pearls you found yesterday? I suppose those were for adaptation too?"

Aonung ignored them, rolling his eyes and splashing them. They could tease all they wanted, but they didn't see the way your eyes lit up when he brought you something rare. They didn't see the focus on your face as you sat on the docks, your nimble fingers weaving the ocean’s discarded beauty into something precious.

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The sun was low, turning the water into liquid gold, when Aonung finally found you. You were sitting on the edge of your family’s pod, your legs dangling over the water, a mess of colorful fibers and sea-glass spread across your lap.

"You're back," you said, not looking up, though a small smile tugged at your lips. You had learned to recognize the specific rhythm of his swimming.

"The patrol was long," he said, pulling himself up onto the dock beside you. He was dripping wet, his skin shimmering. He reached into his pouch and held out his hand. "I found this. It reminded me of the forest flowers you told me about. The ones that only bloom at night."

He dropped the purple coral and a handful of iridescent sea-snail shells into your palm. You ran your thumb over the smooth surface of the coral, your breath catching. It was perfect.

Reaching into the small woven bag at your side. "I was waiting for you to get back."

"mh? Yeah? Why?" He titled his head looking curiously at your bright entusiasm.

You pulled out a thick, intricately braided bracelet. It was made from dark, waterproof fibers and featured a singular, polished black stone you had found weeks ago, flanked by the very first shells he had ever brought you. It was sturdy, designed for a hunter, but the patterns were delicate—a map of the forest woven into the soul of the sea.

"Give me your hand," you murmured.

Aonung felt his breath hitch as he held out his wrist. You worked the clasp, your cool fingers pressing against the pulse point of his arm, which was hammering a frantic rhythm. When the bracelet was secure, it looked like it belonged there, a dark contrast against his teal skin. "There, perfect."

He turned his wrist, watching the way the shells caught the fading light. He had spent weeks bringing you fragments of his world, hoping to see you wear them. He hadn't expected you to weave a piece of yourself into something for him to carry.

"It is... I have never seen a weave like this," he whispered, his voice thick. He looked at the bracelet, then up at you, his golden eyes searching yours with a raw, quiet vulnerability. "You spent your time on this? For me?"

"You spend your time looking for shells in the deep," you countered softly, your cheeks warming as you took his hand and played with his fingers, admiring how good the bracelet looked against his skin. "It’s the least I could do."

Aonung smiled, an unfamiliar tingling sensation settled in his stomach, as if a whirlwind of emotions were invading his body. He intertwined his fingers with yours, caressing your hand with his thumb and placing a kiss on your temple. "Thank you, sevin."

-

The weeks turned into months. You were sitting on the beach, mending a fishing net, when you saw the hunters returning from a grueling multi-day scouting mission near the barrier islands.

Aonung was leading them, his chest heaving as he hauled a heavy spear. As he raised his arm to signal to his father on the shore, the sun caught something dark and coiled on his wrist.

Your heart gave a little skip.

The bracelet was there. It was darker now, seasoned by the salt and the sun, but it hadn't left his skin. You realized then that you had seen him in every state over the last moon—diving from the highest cliffs, training in the mud, even during the formal ceremonies where the Olo’eyktan’s son was expected to wear only the finest traditional regalia. Not once had he untied the cord.

Later that evening, you caught him as he was washing the brine from his skin near the fresh-water pools.

"You haven't lost it yet," you teased, gesturing toward his arm. "I thought it would have snapped it off by now, or you would have tired of wearing a 'forest-braid' that doesn't match your war paint."

Aonung stopped, water dripping from his chin. He looked down at the bracelet, his expression softening into something private and intense. He reached over, tracing the worn fibers with a thumb, his gaze lingering on the black stone at the center.

"I told you," he said, stepping closer until he blocked the light of the setting sun, his shadow falling over you. "I don't take it off. Not when I hunt, not when I sleep. When the current is strong and I am far from the reef, I feel the weight of it on my pulse."

He looked at you, his gaze steady. "It reminds me of who is waiting for me on the shore. Why would I ever take that off, yawne?"

The teasing words died in your throat while he claimed your heart with a deep long kiss. That day you realized that he wasn't just wearing an accessory. He was wearing his heart on his sleeve for the whole village to see.

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