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The amount of sass I find in the conversations between my characters, is just plain funny. As a writing exercise I wanted to see what would happen if the ohana (family) of Wai Lani decided to crash a news station…and explain the differences between the names of the four races living on the islands…I imagine it would go something like this. Here is a little treat for you. I hope you enjoy 🙂

“In today’s local news of Wai Lani, we have some clarification on the natives and non-natives living among us. Xiomara take it away.” Mahina cleared her throat and straightened some papers in front of her, as the camera switched to Xiomara.

“Thanks Mahina. Let’s start off with one of the more dominate races, the Ahi eaea hamana. The Ahi eaea, meaning fire breath or fire air, are located on the island of Lei Ahi east of Huaka ‘Aina about five days. These people are famous for the…”

Giles, for some reason, felt the energy level change. Tightening his grip on the camera he waited for the explosion. It did not take long as Aarun came crashing through the double doors.

“What in the name of the Old Ones are you two lolos doing?!” he came to stop in front of Mahina, even though the question was to the both of them.

“Uh, we are reporting the news. What does it look like we are doing?” Mahina sat back in her chair and folded her arms regarding the enraged mercenary.

He threw his hands out in a wild arc. “To who?”

“To the readers. Or I guess you can say the viewers. I don’t know the logistics gets fuzzy here.” she tapped her lips in thought.

“You can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

Xiomara snapped out of her fascination of watching the arguing pair and turned to Giles. Giles looked like her was holding back his laughter. Clearing her throat Xio looked at the camera. “Please excuse us for just a moment while we work out some technical difficulties with our management. Mahalo.” giving Giles the cut sign, Xio turned back to Mahina and Aarun who were now shouting at each other.

“They do not need to know, no, are not allowed to know about the sacred rites of the islands!” Aarun had his hands on his hips as he glared at Mahina.

Pushing away from the desk, Mahina stood up and braced her hands on the smooth wood. “Look without these readers/viewers, we would not even be a possibility. Our creator has to write to someone besides us. I am sorry if a few soul wrenching secretes get spilled, but if that is what it takes to keep us on the page then I am going to do it!” Mahina’s voice had risen throughout her whole speech. Aarun just stood there, his expression cemented in a frown.

Giles came over and stood between them. “Look you two, I know you have had your differences in the past and,” he paused to chuckle to himself, “in the present, but you guys need to pull it together and let Xiomara at least finish her segment.”

Aarun turned his glare on to the auamakua and pointed his finger at her. “You of all creatures should know better.”

Xiomara crossed her arms and leveled her own stare at him. “I am sorry if this displeases you, mercenary, but the readers/viewers want to know and I am only following orders from our creator.” Xio looked to Mahina and she nodded her approval.

Mahina came around the desk and put a touched Aarun’s arm.

“Look, if it bothers you that much, we will just direct the reader/viewers to the hula notes section of our creator’s blog. That way we will not be spilling any secrets.”

Aarun’s frown softened a little, but he finally relented. “Do not let me catch you doing something this asinine again, do you hear me?”

“Don’t worry Aarun buddy, our creator already mapped out all sorts of shenanigans for us.” Giles slapped him on the back. Everyone laughed, except for Aarun. His shoulders sagged at the thought.

I hoped you enjoyed this little detour of my characters and maybe even be inspired to write a little reality jumping yourself. Until next time, cheers. 🙂