Walking across the sandbar, she considered what she'd learned so far, along with just now what Jango could tell her of Nakiki and Jalung, as far as what the stories told of them, anyways. She found herself more curious about the history and stories the more she learned. Like Jango, she herself really wasn't sure what to and not to believe, but she still found it all very interesting, especially now knowing that she was apart of these stories, that she was also a malie. It was still weird to think of herself that way, and it didn't quite seem entirely really, but the more she talked about it and the more she learned, the less weird it seemed to become as far as it being reality.<br/><br/>As they arrived at the island, she noticed the unique shape of it, and found the formation of the small island unique, not even realizing at first how the edges of it made it appear as though the mouth of a shark. As they stepped further through the trees and past the rocks, and followed him towards the shrine he mentioned, before they came across it within minutes, as the island wasn't very big at all, and her eyes widened with awe. "Oh wow...." she breathed as she stepped closed to the faded paintings on the walls "This is so cool" she commented.<br/><br/>She'd never really been one for religion or spirituality or anything like that, though she did think everything had a reason. She found the stories and history of the tribe creative at least, even if they weren't real. But it did have her wondering and questioning things. All of this had to come from somewhere, these abilities the malie had, whether it was a more scientific explanation such as a rare branch of homosapiens that evolved differently, or if it really was something more mythical and spiritual such as shark gods and spirits. Either way, it didn't make it any less fascinating.<br/><br/>She was focused admiring the beautiful carvings depicting various types of stories on the wall, when all of a sudden there was a short crack of thunder and then the next moment she was soaked. She gasped at the sudden cold water drenching them and she quickly followed Jango further under the hallow, a shiver running through her spine "So much for the rest of the storm passing later" she joked lightly, not really upset or anything as she gathered her long hair that was already down to over one of her shoulders, twisting it up in her hands a bit as she wrung out the excess water that had drenched her hair, as well as he clothes. While she didn't mind the storm necessarily, it did seem they would be stuck here now until it passed, since the storm brought the water crashing up over the sand bar.