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The space of sacredness like the knot on a Spider's web was limitless. It was all potential. The Old Stories included hundreds of images about hei the net, the ensnaring possibilities. The great spider Uku Uku, Haumea's net flung high into the sky. Her tool for plotting all manner of potential. Hi'iaka was a goddess. But, before she was limitless she too was a sister, the youngest among many with the same name. In her present form she shared that potential with the musician and the woman shaped like ipu. There was a childishness the goddess enjoyed when she appeared as Bridge, or link. Hipu'u. Explorative! That was one of Pele's sister's great talents. Time travel was child's play, though so few Humans remember that. Flying on a patchwork skirt? This was a new twist. She liked new twists.

Dumpling the hen blinked a lot. The familiarity of her old skirt offered some comfort. So much had happened, there was no time for the fever of the Western mind. She was a hen, with a goddess and a rooster riding time toward a rescue. "Faith dear," it was Stan who read his Dumpling Woman's anxiety. "Let's just have some of it." It's hard to tell when a rooster is smiling, but Dumpling was pretty sure she could discern a turn of the lips on him. A second voice found her as the skirt began to zigzag between the clouds. It was a purr. Spirit Cat.  All borders opened, Dumpling felt her heart peel open. Alright. She hummed.

So the skirt in the hands of a much experienced goddess of exploration hovered no more than a foot over the tops of a mildly stirred ocean. It was an 'Ole Moon, not quite stable time. The waters were not fished now, no wise fisherfolk fished on the 'Ole. "There!" Hi'iaka spotted a length of Madrone, water-logged the smooth red-orange skinned Tree remained buoyant a perfect resting place. Her kin, wise in their selections, made sure the girl had the company of deep rootedness.

The girl was barely conscious, but she lived. Hi'iaka landed the skirt with its occupants beside the girl Shine. "Aw, there is just a bit of that left in her," She was assessing the life force of the young muliwai. "They have maintained her aka she retains a shadow. She retains her humanness." The goddess directed the two birds. In their present forms they would not add much weight to the Madrone. With swift and powerful movements the skirt became a towing line. Her own kikepa unfurled and linked to the skirt. Hi'iaka's strong and muscled physical form became a tug boat. A brass pin, one she treasured, secured skirt to kikepa. The goddess pulled.


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