Seyri washed up on the Metkayina's shores. The waves lapped calmly, tenderly at her mostly submerged body. The sand was soft under her. She felt like a baby in a mother's arms.

At first, the reef people didn't know what to do with this stranger. She was jungle na'vi. A small one at that. How could she ever manage to survive in the ocean? She wasn't just anywhere in the ocean. She was within the reef, within the tide pools protection. In the clan Tonowari led.

He was among the first to lay eyes on her.

She was bruised, battered, she was full of wounds. Holes from a puncturing sort of weapon. Her hair was long and her braids had mostly come undone. She bore the mark of a warrior despite her small stature and frail appearance.

"Bring her to me." Ronal ordered a few of her clansmen. Tonowari looked over at her in surprise. Ronal shot a determined and almost frustrated look at her mate.

They should've been treating her sooner.

Ronal worked furiously and delicately to breathe life back into the stranger. It took hours of work to get her somewhere stable. The couple hardly left the stranger's side apart from duties. They were her most frequent visitors.

Upon awakening, the clan was in a buzz. Crowding around the marui to find the answers to their most burning questions about this woman from her own mouth. But she yielded none.

"What are you called? Do you know your clan? What happened to you?" Ronal pressed on, to which Tonowari caught her attention with a gaze that said slow down.

Seyri tried to sit up, only to find herself pressed back down. Panic began to flood her body.

"The battle- Skypeople- Eyaye! My ikran, have you seen her?" She gasped out, wriggling under Tonowari's calm hands.

He simply shook his head.

"What can you remember?" He asked.

"The Skypeople destroyed hometree. The Omatikaya's, my hometree. We were fighting. Toruk Makto led the battle. I remember the gunships split off and chased me. I-I don't remember after that." Seyri held her head as she looked down at her wounded body.

"You're here now. With the Metkayina." Tonowari said, his tone was gentle.

"Eyaye is dead. I have no way home." Seyri murmured. It's not that much awaited her anyway. Her parent and loved ones, her mate was crushed under hometree. And the fight was over.

She relaxed, almost completely, and let these strangers take care of her, feed her, clean her wounds and bandage them. She was indebted to them.

And in turn, she toiled to be useful, using whatever skills she possessed to be useful. Bow fishing, swimming, even exploring some of the trees above to harvest building materials previously unused. She babysat the children of the clan.

She was accepted into the clan as a new addition. A very useful new addition. Her primary job became about watching the children, telling them stories about her clan and it's strange beasts, and the battle.

To Tonowari and his mate. It was admirable. And it was something they were missing.

Although their relationship has trust, love, and passion, it was missing tenderness. Something that Tonowari tried to provide, but never received back. Not because of any fault of Ronal. She was simply a passionate and fast lover.

Both had known something was missing from their lives, and it could be this newcomer, delivered by Eywa.

Over months, Ronal warmed up to the stranger, helping her learn about weaving a net. The kind of the Metkayina clan. She taught her the histories and legends of her new clan. And Seyri listened intently, often asking intriguing questions. They sustained a good friendship, although fluttering feelings began to blossom in those weaving sessions.

Tonowari, during the same time, taught her how to ride a Tsurak. It was close to an Ikran and it filled part of the hole in her heart for her lost ikran. They'd go on long excursions for lessons. He'd teach her the way of the reef. And to his surprise, she was a gentle caretaker. She'd always manage to heal a harmed Ilu or Tsurak, even when the Tsurak fights its hardest. His admiration for her only grew.

It wasn't long before she found herself happily living with the clan, finally settled. But suitors we're lining up to try and earn her attention. It started in small gifts. Ones she didn't know how to say no to. And then offers of food, which she always politely refused. And then flowers, which she didn't say no to. And then questions about getting away for a little swim which she usually avoided answering.

To many of the men and women, it felt like Seyri was playing with their emotions. But Tonowari saw her.

"Seyri," he offered his hand, "come. Ronal and I wish to speak with you. Not as clan leaders, but as people." He said gently.

Seyri accepted his hand and let him pull her away from the crowd. Their Marui was large and private.

Ronal was waiting, a patient smile on her face, a warmth in her face.

Tonowari guided Seyri to sit as he took a seat by his mate.

It was silent for a few seconds.

"Seyri, you are our newest clan member and one of our most prized caretakers. We see your confusion, and we can offer a solution." She said calmly.

"Those people who bring you gifts, seek to be your mate. However, it seems you have a hard time finding your words. We have a proposition." Tonowari took over.

"Mate with us. You'll hold no obligation to us, or we to you. We only wish you a happy and prosperous future and we believe that we can give you that." Ronal asked excitedly, hopefully.

Seyri's face lit up with a deep blush. She had never had a mate, never sought one out, but she knew she wanted a family, people to care for. It was just hard to find the right person or people. And she cared deeply for her Olo'eyktan and Tsahik.

She admired their care and dedication, their unyielding support and commitment. She loved their stubbornness and unconditional love. But she didn't know where to go from here.

Seyri shifted uncomfortably while she thought up a way to accept their proposal.

Ronal's expression became regretful. Second thoughts clouded her mind.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to be our mate. We were too forward and-"

"Let's do it." Seyri said, "how should we do it? There are few mated people in my clan whose numbers exceed two." She stressed.

"There are options. You could mate to one of us individually, both of us at different times, or all of us at the same time. We want you to be comfortable." He elaborated.

And Seyri thought carefully.

I'm leaving the smut decision to you guys.