<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MRrZSkK.jpg)</div><br/>Ponipua didn't seem to be overly concerned at being the center of attention. In fact, it seemed almost natural to her. Though she did certainly seem grateful.<br/><br/>"Thank you Ke Aliʻi Wahine Kalfoxx, and all of you. I feel much better to have ones such as all of you at my side in this time of trial. It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words." To that end she rummaged through an obviously worn suitcase. Pulling out one photograph, she explained, "This is my Land." If Paradise had a location, this would certainly be it - a lush tropical landscape practicallyl bursting with the same purple flowers that kept blooming at the Tiki's feet. "A Tiki's relationship with her Land is complicated, much as Ke Aliʻi Wahine Kalfoxx has implied, but what is important here is that what happens to the one has a great influence on the other." Fishing back through the case, she pulled a second paper - this one a brochure. "The Developer of Land Dalton wishes to turn mine into this."<br/><br/>The planned resort looked like something vomited straight out of 1980's network television. Which in fact was largely what it was. One can say many awful things about Dalton, but he certainly knew what would sell, and sell big. Just thinking about it made poor Ponipua shudder. "If he succeeds, well, it will be a travesty of unspeakable proportion... at least for me. The sad truth is that many would be more than happy to see Dalton succeed in his goals. I am pledged to protect my Land, but I cannot do it alone - not in this new world that the Haole humans have created. I need your help. I wish I could explain how you could - but that... sadly... I have neither the experience nor the knowledge of these States United to say." She slumped in the chair, tired, desperate, half-in-tears.