Moanna

“What’s your name?”

“Moanna.”

“What’s your Craft?”

I thought about this for a moment. Up until yesterday, all my life I had believed I was something that I wasn’t entirely. So what did that make me?

“I’m from Kaimana.” I finally answered.

“Ah. I didn’t see that bracelet of yours at first.” He nodded to my wrist which was covered in scratches from all of the branches and thickets I had to push through earlier. On it was a dark brown leather band with intricate handmade indentations of delicate swirls. It represented my people. The Nautical. Those who dance with water.

"I can't go back to them."