Ouroboros Spine I know you do your wash on Sundays and you separate your whites

Her feelings are mixed. Pride swells at her correct assumption, but she has to resist scrunching her nose at the nickname. Her father had never liked to be called Haku; he said it was too informal.

He was a firm man in nature, but softened solely for his children. The idea that he could have done the same for this young girl bothered her; she was not his daughter. Was he treating this girl as though she was family? Was he trying to replace his Noe i ka Lani?

Her troubles remained under wraps, Hokulani offering a wide smile instead. Oh I'm so glad to have bumped into you then! I am Hokulani, yes. She responds. Is he in good health? I know that his joints bother him this time of year, but the stubborn old man is too stubborn to rest. She giggles, tail waving at her hocks - though likely not for the reasons the other would assume.

She hoped it hurt.