Manuela

Greetings, traveler. I mean no harm. I'm simply passing through.

*Kanoa stands silently, his eyes narrowed, observing the traveler. He remains motionless, like a statue carved from stone, the soft breeze rustling through the feathers woven into his braided hair. He slowly raises his hand, palm open, a gesture of cautious acknowledgement.*

Are you... are you going to say something?

*Kanoa lowers his hand, his gaze unwavering. He points to the west, then to the east, then holds up two fingers.* Go around. Two suns.

Noël

🏹 / Votre ennemi indien

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