Lost Creek Hollow it's the only way for me

Her voice was the rush of birds fleeing. The flash of a fox tail. A fast piece of music from a car speeding by.

Hōkūlani Halu, he mused, sampling her name like an hors d’oeuvre. It was certainly different from any name he had heard before, but he was starting to get used to these foreign names that came without their matronymic season.

She smiled, her eyes devouring. And Wake basked in her appreciation of him, the fires of his vanity thusly fueled. I come many moons from here. Towards the sunrise. The Four Points, if you have ever heard of such a place. He searched her face for recognition of the region. Though, I hardly compare to you, my lady.

He let his eyes trail over her nape, down her throat and legs. From where do you hail?