Whitefish River but I stay outside his reach

Hokulani's facade was well crafted, impenetrable. It had broken once and she had learned her lesson, reinforcing as she picked up the pieces and put herself back together. Those who wished to look further would find nothing; only the version of herself which she wished to be seen.

My father taught me to fight, he was the son of a chief. She spoke, recalling a story told by her brother. Puamele was far closer to their father, and far more interested in his silly stories than she ever was. I have been taught midwifery, too. Now she took from her mother. Hokulani had no such skills; but she could speak with the gaze of one who was genuine.

She had no intention of staying in this man's territory for long. Eventually she would need to return to Reverie; this was only a detour. But I am young, I can learn whatever can be taught.