MOANA’S HEAD TILTS BACK AS the sea breeze cuts through her like a knife. she is used to the warm breezes of motunui or even the cooler breezes on the sea when a storm passed but nothing ever this cold. and yet, the salt water still smelled the same. moana glances over the railing to look to the rocks below. there is a moment of hesitation before she is climbing the railing and dropping to the rocks below. the water is calm today and she wants to be closer to it. she settles herself amongst a nook in the rocks before smiling down at the water. she drags her hand through the cold water before, slowly, it begins to raise up into a sort of wave before her. “ hello, old friend. ”
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