IC: Ra’lhen – Akiri Hewkii’s Hut
The solemn Toa nodded reverently.
“You have my thanks, Akiri,” Ra’lhen said. With that, he departed from Hewkii’s hut.
IC: Wokapu – West Po-Koro
“Now, this! This is the mark of perfection!” Wokapu boasted.
During the extended time of Ra’lhen’s meeting with Hewkii, Wokapu had managed to become engrossed in the surprisingly well-maintained greenery that was for sale in smaller shops in Po-Koro. Naturally, he had dragged companions Seria and Sucogu with him for his high-class touring of the Acacia and Orchid trees. While his two companions knew early on that only the price tags had truly raised Wokapu’s admiration of the greenery (the trees themselves didn’t look that great), they were, at least up to this point, content to follow him around.
“And this one!” Wokapu exclaimed, “I… actually can’t pronounce the name of this one”
Wokapu called out to one of the attendants, “Hey sir! What’s this one called?”
“Wokapu!” an all-too-familiar gruff voice, probably carrying a hint of anger and annoyance as it always did, rang through the Toa of Air’s head. On instinct, Wokapu whirled around to the direction of the sound, quickly losing interest in engaging the attendant.
Standing about three or four yards away was a tall, brawny Toa, wearing armor that matched Wokapu’s hue, but fell short of the glean of Wokapu’s ritzy and battle-averted armor. On the brown Toa’s head was the all too familiar Mask of Accuracy, with stern orange eyes resting behind it.
“You make the treacherous journey to the Lost Village, only to gaze at flora?” the brown Toa growled with disappointment.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Wokodin, my father,” Wokapu said to Seria and Sucogu, “He’s never respected the green like I have unfortunately,”