Auli'i 1
The shells on the Hapuna's wrists and top jangled loudly against each other despite her slow movements as she raised her arms above her head, flicking her wrists. The rest of her body stayed relatively still, the long skirt hanging limp around her legs as she continued moving her arms in her dance. It was something her papa had taught her, his father before him, and so on. A graceful type of dance passed down through the generations for no reason but the simple joy of the dance itself. Maybe it was something all Hapuna, or Kahi, knew how to do. She never really asked the details about it. Her baba couldn't do it. Had tried once, to amusing results. His lack of coordination had shocked her. How could someone be so unsteady on their feet when they were still standing on both? He'd nearly knocked them all down and the dining room table with them.
Thinking about the memory made Auli'i momentarily giggle, before she steeled her face into one of utter seriousness to continue her concentration. Dancing at least ran in one side of her family. According to her papa, his father, siblings, aunts, and uncles were all skilled at it. They didn't do anything with it, choosing instead other jobs of varying talents and dancing only during festivals as volunteer entertainment. Perhaps she would be the first to make a career out of it? Somehow. She wasn't sure how. But she was certain it would come to her, one day. How hard could it be?
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