“We still have to build you a shelter,” Sartin said. The gray-black clouds had moved closer while they prepared and ate their meal.
“How can you deny you’re not Kamohoali’i when you can predict the weather?”
“The Princess gives us signs and we heed them.”
They finished their dinner. Sartin pulled himself back to the water’s edge to clean up after eating. “What can I help you do to build the shelter?”
“I will show you how to weave the palm fronds together to create the sides and the top. Do you make suchshelters where you are from?”
“No.”
“I will return with the supplies.”
Sartin stayed on the beach in the surf and did his grooming. Although Maru didn’t seem affected by his flaky skin and tail, Sartin wanted his body to be smooth and soft.
Maru returned with his arms full of the vegetation that would become his shelter for the night. He showed Sartin how to thread the vines he had brought through the fronds to create the mats that Maru would later connect to form the hut.