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Aloha Ohana

Something pretty waits in the sand

Dramatis Personae

Akhlut, Angela, Aolani, Conni, Leif, Nala. Loa as GM

31 October, 2006


A gift from the Island of Oahu to one of her new children.

Location

Waimea, North Shore

Plot(s)

Plot:The Gifts of Oahu


The breeze coming in off the ocean brought with it the scent of salt, but also helped clean out the acrid smell of the vog that had covered the center strip of Oahu the day before. It was brilliant, lovely, and the people of Waimea bay were out and about, enjoying the beauty as if they were quite happy to no longer be stuck inside. One whole day, it just turned them into anti-home-bodies.

Nala was at the edge of the water, looking down and kicking at the surf and sand as the waves carried their random treasures inland. She seemed to be digging with her bare feet, eyes squinted as if she were focusing rather intently. Nala had dressed for the beach, of this there was no doubt, and her already caramel colored skin was nearly fully exposed to the sun. Where she wasn't completely bare was covered by a brief, pale pink bikini that was just a series of laced together, strategically placed triangles meant to meet the most brief of decency laws. Possibly not even in all states of the union. But hey, it's Hawaii. People might have been lucky she was wearing a top at all. Her long hair was soaked from an obvious excursion into the water what had to be mere moments before, as she was still dripping wet from ocean time.


Angela has, likewise, chosen a bikini as today's beachwear ... although not quite as skant as Nala's choice. Rather than strings with gladular conditions, Angela's bikini is a bit more substantial and has been topped off with the remains of a Carolina Panthers sweatshirt: the sleeves are gone and it has been slashed to reveal her mid-riff. Angela looks to have also been enjoying the water and has come to the considered opinion that she really needs to do something with her hair: the long, thick tresses are completely soaked and form a sodden weight across her shoulders. After a nice swim, Angela's walking the beach, frequently looking out to sea.


A shovel arched over the top of the hole in sand, flinging the sand onto a mound nearly six feet tall. A massive arm planted the shade into the mound and a moment later, a sweating and tattoo man hauled himself out of the hole. He stood there, peering at the ocean. The man wore only an indigenous print wrap in shades of cream and Lehua red as a loincloth, tied at one hip, leaving the rest of his hip and thigh bare. This particular wrap seemed to have padded cups built into it. Akhlut seemed to be the last person to be bothered when the wind pulled at it as he turned to climb the mount. Pounding at it several times to compress and form the sand. And there he sat on his sand throne. Scratching his beard, his gaze fell to Nala as he grinned, rumbling laughter following. "It is a good seat, Nala. You should join me."


Having learned her lesson on previous excursions, Conni has wrapped up today, albeit in rather light coloured summer clothing. From the summer hat, to the loose fit long sleeved top she is wearing, down to the cotton slacks and sneakers, there is barely any skin on show and any that is, is covered by sun-screen. She has an artist tube slung over her left shoulder, her left hand holding onto the strap as she walks, towards the edge of the waterline but not into the water itself.


Spotting at least one familiar face, Conni starts to amble over, not in any particular hurry but then she's rather hard to miss as she waves and calls over. "Akhlut, Nala! Good to see you both looking so well." Conni blinks a few times when she spots Akhluts loincloth and has to stop herself staring as she tries to remember where she saw an item of clothing that looked quite that shade before.


Leif had chosen not to be fashion forward and choose the bikini as his clothing of choice, instead he wore a blue bucket hat, avator sun glasses, blue board shorts with white Hawiian style flowers on it. He's not along as he seems to be following a small child with honey skin, dark hair, and a bright red bikini/balaerina dress. Leif is in lock step with the little girl as she makes her way down the shore collecting sea shells after the tied rolls out. Lief is busy stuffing the sheels the girl finds in his pocket.


Nala lifted her gaze, jarring her attention from her feet where she'd been attempting to find... well heaven only knew what, Nala peered down the beach a bit and spotted the tall, blonde form of Conni. "Aloha, Conni." Nala waved to her and seemed to brighten out of her revere, smiling widely while her bright, blue-green eyes sparkled. Seemingly unaware of anything but suddenly moving forward, Nala nearly crashed into Angela on her way further inland, stopping with a spray of sand and a gentle sprinkle of water from her hair just before she smacked into the other woman. Giving a wide smile, she laughed and lifted her hand to Angela in apology. "Aloha! Kala mai ia'u! I didn't mean to nearly run you over." She chuckled again and took a step back, motioning for Angela to feel free to walk unimpeded. "I didn't find it yet, Ak!" She called up to the man that had invited her to share his... throne? "How can I just sit around enjoying the ocean if I haven't found whatever hit my foot earlier? It might be something interesting!" She motioned towards the little girl collecting treasures on the beach alongside Leif. "You see? If I don't find it, someone else will!"


Angela oops for a moment, holding up her hands, but at least there's a smile on her face. "No worries, I wasn't half looking where I was going either. The wide water, she's got a way of calling, y'know?" She blinks for a moment before taking in her surroundings, she's been on this walk for a while now. She pauses at Akhlut, never having seen a man-mountain playing king of the hill before. "Somebody's sure growin' 'em big these days." When Nala starts talking about finding something, well, her curiosity's up. "What're you looking for? Maybe I could help?"


Akhlut raised a hand in greeting to Conni from his throne, "Ahola, my fellow hole diver! The dead seem to have other holes to rest in. What news? I pray I have not missed any game." The same hand gesture to the pit at the foot of his mound. Again laughter rattled his chest as he leaned to take hold of the shovel, his fingers fondling the oaken shaft. Looking back to Nala, with one hand he raised the spade and level it at Nala. "The shovel is your answer, then!" The man grinned allowing the tip to fall, "Or find the nearest ball to punt so the calf is distracted or take her to the ocean, the swim will give strength to her limbs!" The man grinned as he settled back into his seat. He offered to solemn nod to Nala as he had bestowed his advice. And again, his joyous laughter bellowed.


"Treasure hunting?" Conni looks from Nala to Akhlut and his throne. "Or a tithe perhaps?" Grinning now, she nods in greeting to them both, careful to keep the sun out of her eyes in the process. "Game? No, it has been mostly quiet since our hole diving...you were there at the beach the other day though right? With the turtles?" Conni shakes her head and then looks to Leif, another present reminders of her folly that evening. "So no, nothing since the hole. I hope you are both doing well and erm...should any 'sport' come up...you know where to find me right?"


Leif's head seems to turn toward Akhlut as if he heard what the Akhlut had suggested. Though he had not made any actions. Hi seyes fallling to Conni. He gives the woman a smile and a nod of the head in the form of the greeting. Then his attention is turn back to the little girl who is getting closer and closer to Nala's treasure. The little girl is currently tugging on the right leg of Leif's short. She's stating very loudly, "Popa! Popa! Pretty!" Lweif looks down, "So it's a keeper?" The lttle girl noding her head with all the drama and certainy of the world. "Keeper!" Leif sticks it in his pocket.


Nala turned a high-wattage smile to Angela, her excitement growing. "Oh! Yes! If you'd help me, maybe we could find it! It didn't feel large, but it also didn't feel alive. It was cold like metal, and slinky. I hit it with my foot swiming in, and then felt it again when I stepped up through the surf. I think it was ocean buried when it met the sand, though. And it always pushes things so much deeper than expected. Or it sucked it out again entirely, I'm not sure." She looked over at Akhlut and smirked, shaking her head. "People don't like it when you send their kids out to sea, Ak. You can only do that when their parents aren't around." Nala looked at Angela and winked playfully to her. "I suppose he does look big, but it's really the smallest I've ever seen him. I think we can dig without his tool, what do you think?" She looked over at Conni as she was closer, and started backing away toward the surf which might well hold something interesting to discover, indeed. "Treasure hunting! I only pledged allegiance to Akhlut because of his lack of tithing requirements. Would you like to help me and..." Nala looked over at Angela and studied her face for a moment, then raised her brows. "If you told me your name already I forgot, but I promise if you tell me again I'll say it out loud and remember it this time. I'm Nala, in case we didn't actually do this already and I didn't completely forget it. The King here is Akhlut, and of course our fair Conni." There wasn't anything sheepish about her smile, more oddly genuine, without a hint of mockery. Turning her head at the impending child and Leif, Nala offered them a wide smile, but seemed to hurry her backwards footsteps as if to stake out the area she needed to start digging before someone else discovered the mystery item she'd felt earlier.


Angela smiles, "Hadn't gotten around to it yet. Angela Stone, very nice to meet everybody." She waves about. "Can't say as I've ever tracked anything underwater before but, hey, I'm up for the challenge." She follows along with Nala, "So somewhere around here, then?" She flips her hair off of her shoulders with a wet smack as all of that wet hair hits her back. "I'm gonna be brushing that out for days."


Akhlut scratched at the sand in his beard, his gaze falling to Conni. "Turtles?" His eyebrow arched, his smile wide, "I know they fill my stomach and they are far more crunchy than the gulls. As for a way to contact you, Nala knows the island far better than I. We have been watching over the reef and riding the waves for Mila. She was injured that night. It seemed proper to pay the debt of her blood." Arching his brow, he watched the calf run around and sorted the attachments to it. Grinning, he lifted his arms as Nala spoke to him. "If the child is abandoned, I just whistle to attract its parents to their lost one. Without that parents to guard the young calf, it's easy prey." His lips tightened in a line as he mauled over his thoughts, clicking his tongue twice. "I never claimed the land beyond my mound or hole." He grinned yet again and his laughed booming.


"I uh...don't go in the water. There's a reason why we as a race got out and went for the trees. Nature doesn't want us back, that's why she made sharks...and jelly fish, and stone fish and eels..." Conni tries not to shudder as she reels of her list, happy to watch the others as they make their discoveries though. Finding a relatively flat spot of sand and one that isn't too deep, Conni sinks to her knees and then folds her legs underneath herself, ending up in a lotus position that she apparently finds quite comfortable. Looking over to Akhlut, Conni raises an eyebrow. "There was this ceremony the other night, when it was all foggy? These turtles came out..." Conni's voice gets a little quieter now and after a few moments she continues again. "Then there were these giant mantis insects crawling over people. It was interesting..."


Nala nodded to Angela, the movement assured and somewhat excited. "Angela! A beautiful name. Of the angels? Do you fly?" This question was given to the woman without compunction, seemingly simply happy to have her name. When Nala hit the water, the speed she'd been travelling backward while still looking and conversing with Angela took its toll, and she went down onto her rear, splashing sand-filled water up around her with a surprised sound, as if it had come up faster than she'd expected. "Oh! alright then." She flicked some sand off of her shoulder, then promptly pulled her legs into a more comfortable position, hunched her back a bit to allow the waves to roll past her almost unimpeded, and started sifting through the wet sand in front of her. "Are you sure Conni? I promise to eat something if it bites you. But this far up? You'd likely only get the rare crab or maybe even a clam thinking you were delicious. Would they be wrong?" She peeked up at Conni from under a layer of wet, waved hair, but her vivid eyes were able to be seen well enough, sparkling with humor. Hearing Akhlut's laughter, Nala lifted her head a little to give him a wide, happy smile, then clicked her tongue twice, and loudly, at him and made a strange, whirring noise in the back of her throat before she went back to digging away.


Leif looks at his watch as the little girl hands him another shell. He collect the shell and drops it in his pocket. "Time to go." The little girl looks at him with her lip pushed out, "More!" Lief shakes his shorts legs to make the shells in his pocket raddle, "My pockets are full baby. It's time to go. Say Aloha Beach and Aloha Ocean." The little girl thinks about it and about to say nope. When Leif adds, "We got to get shaved ice remember?" That changes things. The little girl blowing kisses to the beach and the waves, "Aloha Beach" She gets out as best she can. Leif reaches down to throw the little girl over his shoulder as she giggles. Leif turns to stalk away from the group they had drawn close too. The little girl waving at them for a moment. Conni safe from Leif helping flling in the gaps and Nala's treature safe once more.


Angela smiles to Nala, "Not as often as I'd like, but every chance I get." She acks a little bit and steps forward to offer Nala a hand up. "Nice to know that even a seasoned beach comber can klutz out sometimes, I don't feel as bad." She takes a moment to help Nala up if needed. "Sounds like I'm going to like it here on the island."


The breeze coming in off the ocean brought with it the scent of salt, but also helped clean out the acrid smell of the vog that had covered the center strip of Oahu the day before. It was brilliant, lovely, and the people of Waimea bay were out and about, enjoying the beauty as if they were quite happy to no longer be stuck inside. One whole day, it just turned them into anti-home-bodies.


Nala is sitting in the water, digging in the shallow bit where the sand is particularly wet. Angela is just near her, and up on the beach a bit further Conni is sitting in lotus position on the sand. A little bit over from Conni is a huge hole, and a huge sand-built throne, dominated by the form of Akhlut in his make-shift loincloth.


The best shaved ice on the island comes from Matsumoto's. Just ask anybody. Or, more specifically, you can ask for a first-hand opinion from Aolani, newly arrived to the beach from the shaved ice shack with her crystalline confection in hand (a red and orange number that leaves her lips stained bright red). The lissome Hawaiian woman is dressed to impress the ocean waves today, in a red bikini with wooden bead accents and a simple, cream-colored sarong in a geometric Polynesian pattern of triangles and dots tied low around her hips. "Aloha!" she calls as she passes Leif and the little girl, the man's face familiar from another recent beach, before she moves towards the group lounging in the sand. "Aloha, Conni, aloha everyone. Perfect day, isn't it?" She settles herself in a patch of sand, stretching out her legs so her toes can dabble in the water, then raises her shaved ice back to Akhlut on his throne. "And aloha to the kahuna!" She smiles a big, syrup stained grin. "How's the surf? I heard there have been some good tubes today."


Akhlut gave Conni a sideways stare. "Brah... You keep your spear at your side. What in the sea do you believe will not bleed from its sting?" He gave Conni a side head tilt to the woman as if she was to finish the rest. The man settled, clicking his tongue twice and made a strange rolling hum in the back of his throat. "I believe I know this song. It is repeated through the waves as not to be forgotten. When a mist rests between the Upper Depths and Lower Depths as they part, the Enemy..." The man straight up, snorted and spit into the pit at his feet at the word. "Calls its followers from the stone and muck in the black and their coils seek to draw back the mountain into the sea so it will lie with the rest of its lands. The Upper Depths do not see below, but the mountain..." He nodded, the edge of his mouth curling into a smile. "This land fights for itself." When Nala clicked and whirled, Akhlut started laughing again. "And so I must learn her song in turn."


Leif calls out an "Aloha" to Aolani. The little girl Echoing it as she goes by too.


Nala looked up at Angela and chuckled. "I don't always think about the spacial awareness thing when my mind's elsewhere, admittedly. But please, come down to help me search for it. No need to expend your energy helping me up when we'll both be back down here again a moment later. As for flying? I bet. I'd want to do it whenever I could as well. Though I'm that way about swimming." She looked at Angela for a moment, stopping her digging to give a then sweeping gaze along the island. "It's a very good place to like, Oahu has the energy of the sun and hugs all rolled into one. It's good for the soul." Then she smiled, but the direction of the smile was as much to Angela as it was to Conni and Akhlut up the sand further. When she heard Aolani come closer, and then greet them, Nala lifted her head to look at her and offered a wide, warm smile. "Aloha, that looks delicious! Ak! We need to get shaved ice with red beans for dessert tonight, ne?"


It was fairly obvious that Nala had shown up ready for the beach and her already caramel colored skin was nearly fully exposed to the sun. Where she wasn't completely bare was covered by a brief, pale pink bikini that was just a series of laced together, strategically placed triangles meant to meet the most narrow of decency laws. Possibly not even in all states of the union. But hey, it's Hawaii. People might have been lucky she was wearing a top at all. Her long hair was soaked from the ocean and hung in slick waves and clumped strands down her back and around her face a bit while she dug through the sand.


Conni perks an ear up at the continued clicking and then shakes her head, dismissing it as some form of familiar conversation. Hearing footsteps, she turns her head, offering a warm smile and a wave to Aolani as she approaches. "Hey Aolani, we have a treasure hunt going on I think..." Hunt that there may be, Conni isn't moving, happy as she is in a little dome of shade that her hat is providing. "As far as I know, everything bleeds if I hit it with my spear." Conni says, considering Akhlut for a moment. "And why do you keep calling me bra? You have the right of it with the turtles though...I think...If I'm understanding your story correctly. They're sneaky devils and I don't trust their eyes, although in this case, the insects were worse."


Angela chuckles as she drops her knees to help Nala search in the sand. "That's what I'm hoping for, actually. It isn't home quite yet but something about this place feels like it could be." She reaches down into the wet sand to sift it through her fingers. "About how big was this, do you remember?" She looks up to see Aolani coming onto the scene and, since everybody else seems to know her, she smiles and waves. No metal whatsit found so far, couple of really sweet shells though. "Heh. Couple of keepers at least."


"What are we searching for?" Aolani asks, jumping into the treasure hunt by sifting through the shallows with her toes. "I'm Aolani, by the way. Hau'oli keia hui 'ana o kaua, everybody. Nice to meet you," she translates as she gives a wave to the new faces in the crowd. Something about the giant man on the sand throne catches her eye and makes her stare for a moment. A long moment. Then she breaks into a fit of laughter. "I like your outfit, Kahuna. I used to have a dress that was very similar. Looks better on you." Dark, pointed eyes sparkling, she sets aside her snack to join Angela and Nala's search in more earnest. "Oahu is good for the soul," she agrees with Nala, tipping a wink, "So long as you love her as much as she loves you. It's not Oahu who you need to worry about, it's who lies beneath it." She slants a gaze over to Conni, quirking a dark brow. "You have a spear? Why do you have a spear? Is it for fishing?" But her attention soon enough moves on to Angela. "You're new to our island? You're just going to love her. She has a pulse. And she sings, especially on this side of the island, further away from the tourists." Aolani wrinkles her nose in thought, then looks back to Conni as the epiphany dawns. "Oh right...family heirloom. Sorry, I can be a bit birdbrained sometimes."


Akhlut smiled down at Conni, stroking his beard. "You are not food, and you are not my enemy, that makes you my brah. A spear is an honest tool." He gave a small nod of his head, "I appreciate those that keep their tools near." His hand rolled in indication of the shovel. Letting out a hardy laugh, Akhlut shook his head. "Insects drown or are crushed under our weight and surf. I don't recall meeting a turtle that was not food. If they guard the land, I'll let them pass if I'm not too hungry. And it could be worse. I don't think I could pass up a seal." His brow arched in a jovial expression. "The sand was not wearing it well!" The man quaked with laughter before he settled once more to watch as the women dug in the sand.


"Aloha Aolani, thank you for clothing my mate today. I appreciate it. The other choice was smaller and I think could not have supported his flank." Nala grinned at Aolani and continued sifting through sand, though she seemed remarkably distracted, and instead was looking at her hands as sand and water sifted through them, not going any deeper in her search, mesmerized for the moment. "Oahu really does love those that are here, and if you love her back, she gives all sorts of wonderful surprises." She looked at Angela for a long moment and smiled, her eyes almost seeing so far past her that there might as well not have been even an island there. And then she blinked, and her smile became less dreamy. "Oh! Thank you for reminding me, Angel. It felt kind of long, and slinky. It was skinny, though, not thick at all. It got my attention because I was worried it would be sharp, but wasn't." She looked over at Aolani and grinned. "Something brushed by my foot when I swam in, and then again in the surf, we're trying to see if the ocean buried it for us to find. The more help the better! I want to see what it is before a child puts it into their parent's pocket."


Conni grins and then nods to Aolani. "That's the one! Actually, now I come to think of it, fish is the only thing I haven't caught with it." At Aolani's comment, Conni blinks a few times and then looks to Akhlut, finally remembering where she'd seen that dress before. Fighting down the smirk now, she looks back to Akhlut. "Ah, okay. I think I understand, this is good to know!" Getting more comfortable now, Conni leans back a little although she does her best not to let the sun get to anything unclothed. "Oh and the insects we're really quite big, although I admit I didn't get a close look. I think they were sent to stop the turtles...which is rather baffling at the turtles were really big...and very heavy. Also, apparently very fussy about people jabbing them with spears."


Angela nods between Aolani and Nala, "Yeah, I've noticed that since I got off on my own here. There's a feeling with the people that's kind of like what I grew up with, too, which is nice." She chuckles a bit at the talk of spears, "Sounds like my Grandfather, he still hasn't quite figured out why some folks get twitchy when he walks around with his." She keeps searching through the sand and water for whatever Nala had felt.


Aolani combs through the sand with her fingers, watching the surf carry away the top layer as she unearths art-worthy shells. She cackles back at Akhlut and winks to Nala. "I'm pleased my grandmother's old dress is living a new live and protecting other 'okoles from sand, she would be delighted that it's served so well, even after being left on the sand. I'll have to tell her it now belongs to the big kahuna of Waimea Bay!" She can't stop giggling with amusement as she looks between Akhlut and Nala, cheeks warm with good humor. "The turtles were friends," she turns her laugh to Conni next. "I'm not surprised that they were peeved at being skewered. The insects were...wrong. But I imagine whatever end they befell, some predator or scavenger greatly appreciated their contribution as a worthy foe and tasty meal later on." Her eyes flare amber a moment and she has to snort back another peal of laughter. Nodding to Angela, Ao smiles and offers the rest of her shaved ice. "Have you tried this yet? Best dessert you'll ever have. This one has coconut milk and passionfruit juice. Oahu is ohana. We're family. The community here really takes the Spirit of Aloha to heart. Well, for the most part. The further away from the resorts you get, the more genuine it gets." She cants her head curiously. "Where are you coming to us from?"


"Crap!" Conni looks up, a shade embarassed at the sudden outburst. "Sorry, I was supposed to take a call today. Damn." Getting to her feet with slightly less poise than on the way down, Conni waves a quick goodbye to those gathered. "Nice to meet you Angela and it was lovely to see the rest of you again!" This said, the Sunburnt Dane turns on her heel and flat out sprints across the sand towards the town.


Aolani stops her lazy combing through the sand, something stealing her focus. She gently slides both fingers into the wet sand and brings them up underneath something slinky and cool. "Is this it?" she asks of the sandy thing resting in her palms.


There, in Aolani's palm, is the long end of a coil of necklace. Artfully done links that were thin, yes, and sturdy. It was patina'd with a long time in the water, but the links themselves were still functional. Notably, the chain was open ended and missing any adornment, but more than long enough to flow off of Ao's palm to bury half of itself into the sand of the beach.


"Insects are mostly on the land, the Lower Depths spits them up to the surface." Akhlut nodded to the ocean. "Those that dwell in the Black Lowers Depths were spit from the land. How can those from that deep and dark place that crushes the body be friends with something the shallowest depth spits?" Clicking his tongue, he reached for his shovel as he stood, leaning his weight over it to vault to the side of his pit. He glanced at the retreating Conni and smiled as attention moving to the surf. "I should of asked about the height she wanted the waves to be held too." Planting the shovel into the sand with a sharp stab, the man strode into the surf. Pausing a moment longer as he watched the waves. "They are getting too high again." And Akhlut unknotted the dress to toss to the beach, asset just hanging out there with a hint of shame or tanline as he headed into the water, diving in to start swimming out.


Nala grinned to Angela widely, eyes shimmering with amusement. "Your grandfather carries a spear as well? Were you from island people? I still remember all of the Kapuna gathering during one of their little events that was Kapu to all children. They'd walk out with thier spears and flays. You never knew what they'd come home with, but it was always delicious." The thought seemed to bring Nala to a state of dreamy happiness as she kept sifting through sand, churning up broken shells and the occasional pebble. She lifted her chin to call out after Conni's departing back "Aloha'oe, Conni. Enjoy your day!" And then she looked over at Aolani, her eyes widening in total shock. "Oh! Look at that! It really is a treasure! I was thinking it would be some sort of old fishing tack or something. That looks like a necklace!" She might have been about to say something else, but then Akhlut was walking by, and Nala's attention was given fully to the man. The bright smile on her face faded to something entirely more appreciative and she cocked her head to the side to properly appreciate the view. A loud click came from her, sounding almost like a bark from deep in her chest. "I may have to go swimming. Does one let their mate go out alone when they can enjoy the sea with them? I think not." Looking back to Aolani, Nala smiled warmly. "I believe it's a gift to the Angel that's come to stay with us, and call us home." Then, instead of standing, Nala leaned back into the water, and let it begin to carry her out by laying lax on it. "I'm coming Ak!" She called after him, though she was only being pulled away from the shore in the most lazy of fashions. Lifting her head, she grinned at Angela and Ao. "But not until you let me see the whole gift!" Ah the best of both worlds, totally following a naked mountain into the water, while doing it slowly, so she could still see what happened with the two ladies digging for treasure.


Angela jerks her finger out of the sand, "Yeah, I think that's it ... probably has a broken link or something, kind of stuck my finger a bit." As she looks over the necklace she smiles between Nala and Aolani, "Cherokee, North Carolina. Spent a lot of time in mountain country. Granpa David killed a bear with his spear when he was a young man, or so he's find of saying, so he keeps it with him. Personally, I think he likes being the guy that carries a spear around." She takes a closer look at what pricked at her and comes up with a simple pendant of blue sapphire about the size of her middle fingernail. "Oh, somebody's got to be missing this."


Aolani laughs as her dress is returned to the sand, the mountain of a man who is Akhlut leaving it behind to greet the ocean in all his glory. Ao gives Nala a thumbs up of appreciation. "I agree. The ocean is bestowing welcome home gifts," she agrees with the blue-eyed girl and reaches over to drop the chain into Angela's palm. "A gift from Oahu to the newest member of her Ohana." She smiles broadly. "She'll be pleased if you wear it." Aolani stretches back onto both hands, the surf swirling around her now as the tide comes in. "Your grandfather sounds like a hell of a guy. Good thing he isn't here or my grandma would be trying to snap him up for herself! She likes the wild ones." The dark-haired woman squints up into the sun as a familiar voice and smiles up at Aksel. "Aloha! Good to see you again! I'm Aolani. I don't know your name, either, I'm sorry, but pull up some beach! Have you met Angela and Nala?" She sweeps a hand towards the woman beside her and the one floating slowly out to sea. "Aloha, little one," she greets the curious little daytime bat.


Nala grinned widely, lifting her head up to look at Angela. "Haha! I told you! It was a gift for finding a new home! Oahu welcomes you, Angel! And it's good you're from tribe people. Tribe people take to other tribes well, and what is a family if not a tribe?" She seemed perfectly pleased, then called out softly. "Aloha, friends and shore! I won't return for a while." With that, Nala rolled in the water, and pushed herself forward into the deeper area, heading out to sea. She went under the water, and not long after what had passed for a bikini on her was floating to the surface of the water, without Nala in it. The woman herself didn't come to surface again until she was much, much further out into the bay, past the breaking surf. Even then, it was only for a moment.