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 Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2020 9:53 am
ミ LAND WALKERS ミ_________________________________________________________________________ Rewi watches from the swamp waters, while strange airbreathers walk across the land... He is not prepared to engage them, himself, and his family is adamant that the strangers bring harm and misfortune with them, but he can't help but be just the tiniest bit curious.
Land Walkers Status ミ Complete Solo Word Count ミ 810
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2020 9:57 am
ミ A WHOLE NEW WORLD ミ_________________________________________________________________________ Despite trying to do as his parents bid and stay away from the airbreathers, Rewi can't help but continue to watch them. They don't seem harmful. They only seem curious, like he is! But when Joena catches him and tells him off, the pair startle the airbreathers with their commotion, and Rewi's sister is stabbed by one of the airbreather's weapons.
A Whole New World Status ミ Complete Solo Word Count ミ 987
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2020 10:00 am
ミ MAGIC AND WAR ミ_________________________________________________________________________ Rewi knows that it's his fault his sister was injured. He knows he can't sit idly by while she is suffering for his error. The Kahikinans are best at practicing traditional medicine, but the landwalkers seem much more adept with their magic... Rewi decides to seek out an earthling healer by traveling to Tendaji. He will do his best to learn the landwalkers' practices to help his sister.
Magic and War Status ミ Complete Solo Word Count ミ 788
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2020 10:06 am
ミ STICKY FINGERS ミ
_________________________________________________________________________ Rewi takes his first steps on Tendaji, in Matori lands! He is promptly caught up in a mystery of finding who commanded a zanteer to steal from the recently-docked ships. The trail leads them to a young man and his pet, but there might be more going on than initially expected...
Sticky Fingers Status ミ Complete Adventure Date ミ 06/18/20
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2020 6:07 pm
ミ THE WORST PART OF BEING AN ADULT ミ
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Posted: Fri Aug 28, 2020 4:45 pm
ミ BEACH LIFE ミ
_________________________________________________________________________ If Rewi hadn't spent any time in Haukea, he would've had no idea how anyone could live right on the ocean. He was used to the still air of the swamp, with water so dense he could practically carry it in his hand. During his short visit to the Hapuna homeland, he'd felt the wind against his gills, tasted salt on the waves, looked up to the the sun sparkling against the water. His people were used to still and murk, where algae growth covered much of the water and shrouded their homes in a curtain of shadow.
It was different than what he knew, but he was at least aware that if Kahikinans could thrive in Haukea, they could survive in Matori. He just needed to adjust.
Ymiren had graciously (and quite enthusiastically) invited Rewi to use one of the spare rooms in his bungalow, but the Menehune was all too aware that these accommodations wouldn't really be of use to him. He needed to be in the water. Staying out of it for even just the span of a full night could dry his sensitive skin. The salt too, would take a little more getting used to, but his body was at least slightly more familiar with that. He'd had time to acclimate to that during his trip to Haukea- though that had been years ago, now...
He decided that so long as he was able to visit some sort of freshwater source with reasonable frequency until he was more adapted, that would be good enough. And there had to be a river or pond or something nearby.
Ymiren had said Matorians also needed freshwater to survive. They were even less capable of inhaling saltwater than Rewi was. And without a pair of gills to filter out salt and debris, their primary source of adequate hydration needed to be fresh. This kind of assurance pleased Rewi. For now, the salt still stung, like breathing in a gasp of cold air that chilled his throat. He would adjust, but until he did, it was nice to know that the option for something fresher was available to him. Ymiren would show him to the bath yard soon, he promised.
In the meantime, Rewi considered living arrangements.
From what he could see of nearby Matorian homes, the people of this land liked to be close to the water, perhaps touching in some cases, but never in it. Several well-built cottages on the beach seemed to rest on stilts above the water, with little plank walkways connecting them back to land. Other homes were farther into town, avoiding the sea altogether. Ymiren's was neither of this. The fisherman had confessed that while he needed to be as close to the ocean as possible for his work, he didn't make the type of coin that would let him afford materials to build a stilt-house solid enough to withstand storms when they passed.
And they passed frequently.
The risk of losing his home to the tempestuous tides wasn't worth the money and effort it would cost to build. He made his home on the bank, far enough back that high tide wouldn't reach him, but close enough to be convenient for his trade. From sea to cart to town would still only take half a day! That was the freshest you could get around here, for sure.
The stilt-homes, while beautiful and coveted by tourists, weren't always so lucky. Ymiren had pointed out the remains of one to Rewi. From the back, it didn't really look so awful, but during his investigation of the spot, Rewi discovered that the ocean had snapped the two stilts facing away from town. Just two stilts had snapped, and the whole ocean-facing half of the home had plummeted into the water, leaving the back half standing, and the front half's roof peeking up from between the waves. It had been abandoned after the ocean claimed it, with any belongings and materials of use long-excavated.
But Rewi thought it was perfect. He didn't need to live in a box like the Tendaians did. He was used to allowing the swamp to cradle him, for nature to encompass him. Rewi's family had a shelter, with an above-water porch for fires, but it certainly wasn't to the degree Matorians boxed themselves in from the elements.
This caved-in stilt-home would provide all the shelter he'd need, so long as it kept the sun at bay during the heat of the day, and so long as he could use it to hide from larger, more dangerous creatures.
Even if it needed some fixing (how hard could it be to learn to secure these things), it would be his to do with as he pleased. Could he ask for more than that?
It stilt-home was, admittedly, difficult to maneuver in, at first. The floor was all slanted toward the ocean and slimy with algae, meaning that Rewi couldn't even begin to find footing to check out the back of the home. The front was littered in splintered wood, with spires shooting up at odd and dangerous angles (not at all a good combination with the slime). But so long as he stayed in areas that were submerged and didn't require him to walk, it seemed perfectly safe.
A shield of algae-slick boards kept him from being jostled about by the current, and a curtain of seaweed shrouded him from view of any creatures that may be looking for an easy bite.
The ocean seemed far more dangerous than the swamp, far more unforgiving. But there was something peaceful in the gentle sway the rocked him as he rested. There was something thrilling in the experience of the unknown (no matter how much anxiety it gave him). Tomorrow, Rewi would have to figure out exactly how to work for Ymiren and what tasks that entailed. For now it was enough to be at peace, resting in the shallow waters of the Matorian sea and surrounded by the sagging remains of a home long abandoned.
Beach Life Status ミ Complete Solo Word Count ミ 1009
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