Wapun Meadow Filling out Papers

Irene watched Hokulani rise, her emerald gaze following the movement with quiet intrigue. There was something about the woman—her calm confidence, the way she carried herself with an almost lyrical grace—that Irene couldn’t quite pin down. It stirred her curiosity, even if she wouldn’t admit it outright.  

Her tail gave a slow, deliberate flick, and a faint smirk tugged at her lips. Maybe, Irene replied, her voice tinged with a casual nonchalance that didn’t entirely mask her interest. If the winds bring us together again, I won’t complain.

As Hokulani’s narrowed eyes smiled back at her, Irene felt a flicker of something unfamiliar—anticipation, perhaps. I’ll be around, she added after a beat, her smirk softening into something more genuine. Don’t keep me waiting too long, yeah?