The sun burned down, as if it was dropping it's anger for Maui on them, and formed the ocean in a
steaming reflection of the sky. No breeze. No sound. So hot.
At least the gleaming fireball would sink down soon, though there was no hope for healing anytime soon.
Neither for Tui, nor his daughter. He had calmed down a long time ago. Now he sat quietly, and alone in the shade of the tapa. His hands were still holding on to the small token and his fingers traced along it's flower-pattern. Sina. Her name stood for blessed.
She had been.
Sina had been a seint in his eyes, blessing him with kindness, her gentle nature and a child, combining the best
of both of them. Tui could still see her sitting next to him, with a silent, knowing smile.
"... Moana did make her mark in our history, but she is still on her way ... ", Sina had said. " ... remember how
you always tried to outrun your age? ... "
" ... lucky, I didn't succeed. ... ", he had responded.
" ... Tui. ", she had cupped his