Sequoia Coast wahine

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N-no, Lulu stammered out, Heaha hoi kau e makemake mai ai iaʻu, lapu? It was strange for a being such as this to wander alone without a cause. Perhaps she had angered it by rousing its vessel, and now the spirit was confronting her to learn her reasoning behind disturbing the dead. 

Lulu took a step closer, then another after that, until the space between the pair had been closed by a few yards. The angels were no longer dancing for her, which brought a bit of sorrow to her heart, though she was satisfied with the new company she'd come across. So far, the lapu seemed much easier to please than the large butterfly she'd met before. As she drew in, Lulu could see that this lapu was no spirit at all, but a rather animated being who seemed more alive than a simple illusion. A breath escaped her as she sighed with relief and sat back on her haunches, curling her tail around herself in a shy, closed-off fashion. Tilting her head downward, Lulu looked at the poor angel's corpse and back at the large beast before her, still unsure of what to call it just yet.

You've killed it. You've killed one of my angels. Her voice cracked as she spoke, for the poor girl was on the verge of tears. She knew nought of the actual prey before her. All that Lulu knew was that there were dancers, sweet and lithe, and the limp thing before her looked just like their Queen.

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