Sequoia Coast magic 8-ball

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Manauia was having a hard time accepting the current situation. She had found Tezcacoatl, true, but was no nearer her goal than when she started. Oh how she'd love to grab the boy and shake some sense into him. Such an action would hardly help, though. Until her sisters got here she was out of ideas. Perhaps Amoxtli would be able to jog his failed memory, for apparently her own presence had not been enough.

She wondered where his false past had come from. Who had lent such lies to her Prince's mind? To create an entire life where there was none... she could think of no one who would gain anything from doing such a thing. If this was a plan to hurt her Queen, though, she would tear the still-beating heart from the chest of he or she who had concocted it. She owed her Queen everything and would stand for no insult against she or her house.

Full of these thoughts, she found her steps leading her to the beach and the raging ocean beyond. Stopping short only when the waves lapped at her toes, she gave a low growl, venting some of her anger into the surf. It was then that she noticed a youth standing nearby, eyes trained on an island a ways out. "You could attempt the swim, though the sea is a fickle creature. She does not take kindly to those who treat her might lightly." She studied the girl astutely.