Ocean's Breath Plateau But she knows she can fly away

She could recognize a name is the sentence. Fabienne. She repeated. It was not one familiar to her, but most names failed to be. Hokulani had never found her family's naming system outside of their own islands or coastline.

Finishing off her portion of the now shared meal, Hokulani picked up the bones and approached the water. The sea appeared calm today, and digging a shallow hole in the wet sand the remains were left. Her mother had taught her the practice when she was younger, but Hokulani had never bothered to abide by the arbitrary rules that made up the culture of her parents. Not until recently. Return it to the sea, yadda yadda yadda. It made more sense to her when the meal was fish.