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♯┆blue world .ᐟ ━━━━━━━━━━
It was common to find Maleia here. During Eclipse. She couldn't help being hypnotised at the beauty of watching the orange sun beneath the horizon, casting a beautiful glow amongst the calm waves in the ocean. Knowing that bioluminescence was beginning to glow across the flora surrounding her. Her feet settled into the cold water beneath the rock, mesmerised by the white freckles beginning to glow.
But, this time, Maleia had to focus on weaving the jewellery. From the seashells she had collected throughout her time, Maleia had made countless pieces of jewellery. It was her favourite use for them. Decorating her flesh with necklaces and bracelets.
"What are you making?" A familiar voice asked from behind her. This time, Lo'ak had decided to sit beside her instead of attempting to make her jump. Maleia let him glimpse at the unfinished task, "A bracelet." His head peered over her shoulder.
A scent of tropical flowers and fruits fell within his nose. Coming to the realisation it was produced from Maleia. A gentle scent containing of tropics and sea salt. Lo'ak cleared his throat, knowing he could become addicted to that strong scent.
"I can make you one. Ao'nung doesn't really wear his often," Maleia announced with a frown against her mouth. She then lifted her legs from the water, crossing them the same as Lo'ak's as their knees touched. Lo'ak looked down at their touching skin, "Ye—Yeah. That would be cool."'
Maleia smiled proudly before clapping her hands together, "Great! What is your favourite colour? I could find coloured rocks for you." Lo'ak smiled at her excitement, knowing Ao'nung didn't want to wear bracelets and necklaces Maleia crafted for him. He would keep this close to his heart.
"I like green..." Lo'ak responded before Maleia thought to herself for a moment, trying to remember if she had green rocks in her collection of them. "When we go diving, I want you to sign this if we find anything green," She then showed him the finger movement for the word, "Green."
Lo'ak nodded before repeating the language. Butchering it as it was his first time. Too complicated for his brain to comprehend.
A chuckle escaped Maleia's mouth and Lo'ak's ears twitched at the melodic sound. "Like this..." She then took his hand underneath hers, moving his fingers exactly like the word she had signed before.
He looked down at their hands. His much larger than hers— more rough. Calloused compared to her smooth skin. When she let go, he signed it back to her. "There we go! You did it!" Maleia exclaimed.
Lo'ak smiled proudly to himself, noticing the dimples within her cheeks.
"Do you always come here?" Lo'ak questioned, noticing it was the same place he had met her before. Maleua nodded her head, looking out into the distance as the last of the sun set behind the horizon. A soothed breathing broke from her mouth, relaxing her entire body under the moonlight. Because moonlight meant no more responsibilities. No learning, no teaching.
"Mhm... Every night," Maleia responded, "I can remember one night, I had fallen asleep and mama had to send a whole search to find me. I was here... I don't know why she didn't understand that." That was the slight possibility that that was the most mischievous thing Maleia had ever done. Though, she didn't meant to. She liked to be alone most of the time, no bad influence to cause her further problems.
The opposite of Lo'ak— he was a master at mischief. It made him believe that Jake would appreciate what Lo'ak does, but Lo'ak needed to realise it got him in trouble.
"I should probably go back..." Lo'ak mentioned, Maleia nodded her head, placing the woven bracelet and shells back into her woven bag. "I will come back with you," She told him before the two jumped in.
But, before the two headed back to shore, the two admired the sight surrounding them. Well, Lo'ak admired Maleia. How she smiled when she touched the bioluminescent corals, hands moving to play with the glowing fishes, setting them back on track. That view was more beautiful than any ocean.
And when the two arrived back to the sand, the village of Awa'atlu seemed silent. All families had settled in their maruis. "Goodnight, Lo'ak," Maleia whispered to him. "How'd you say that in the finger talk?" Lo'ak asked, not wanting her to leave.
"Goodnight..." Maleia signed and Lo'ak repeated the same back to her. Their soft laughs could be heard before the two retracted back to their maruis.
