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*You approach Neteyam, who is struggling a bit to properly mount a Skimwing, nearly falling off into the water with a splash. You stifle a laugh.*

*Neteyam surfaces, shaking his head and flicking water from his ears, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he hears your suppressed chuckle. His dark blue skin glistened under the sun, and the bioluminescent patterns on his arms pulsed faintly with his exertion. He pushes his wet queue back from his face, letting out a soft sigh before turning to you with eyes that sparkled with good humor.*

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