In the Hawaiian language, aloha stands for much more than hello, goodbye or love. It has a deeper meaning of sharing (alo) joyfully (oha) of life energy (ha) in the present. Vero had taught Doroteya this and Doro kept this close to the matters of the heart. She found it interesting to her, and was engrossed by this inconsequential piece of data that provided no use to her at the moment and unaware of the voice at large. Her cerulean orbs were focused on dislocating the sand from the book as it was a Einstein classic and the foolish sand could batter the prized piece of literature. She had to carefully extract the particles, scolding herself for bringing a masterpiece to its ultimate doom. Hearing the voice pester again, she placed the book neatly on the
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“Merci, Macon, but I was doing perfectly fine with dealing with it . I am just not used to-” She halted the spew expelled from her mouth. [i]What was she thinking?[/i] She barely knew the male, and she was going on and on like some imbecile. He was too kind to her, and she was unaware of his ulterior motives. “Just fine, thank you- can I help you with anything? Do you need something from me? If so, inquire someone else.” She dismissed, before a wet sensation entangled itself within her hair. “Oh mon Dieu, what is it now?” She groaned, watching Macon derive the seaweed from her hair. “How does that-” She let out a soft sigh. “It seems there is a pattern that enables me to thank you quite often. It’s an odd phenomena.” She tilted her head, curiously peering into him trying to get a good read. “I am definitely not cut-out for the harmonious lifestyle associated with the island and its people. I do miss home- terrible?” She paused for a second, scanning his face for an answer. “Actually, my eyes are blue to the genetic mutation as my father has blue eye which constitutes from blue alles in-” While words cascaded from her mouth at a rapid rate out of her power, she watched his cheeks flush into a faint crimson
“Merci, Macon, but I was doing perfectly fine with dealing with it . I am just not used to-” She halted the spew expelled from her mouth. [i]What was she thinking?[/i] She barely knew the male, and she was going on and on like some imbecile. He was too kind to her, and she was unaware of his ulterior motives. “Just fine, thank you- can I help you with anything? Do you need something from me? If so, inquire someone else.” She dismissed, before a wet sensation entangled itself within her hair. “Oh mon Dieu, what is it now?” She groaned, watching Macon derive the seaweed from her hair. “How does that-” She let out a soft sigh. “It seems there is a pattern that enables me to thank you quite often. It’s an odd phenomena.” She tilted her head, curiously peering into him trying to get a good read. “I am definitely not cut-out for the harmonious lifestyle associated with the island and its people. I do miss home- terrible?” She paused for a second, scanning his face for an answer. “Actually, my eyes are blue to the genetic mutation as my father has blue eye which constitutes from blue alles in-” While words cascaded from her mouth at a rapid rate out of her power, she watched his cheeks flush into a faint crimson