Eventually you leave the woods and are walking over more open terrain. But before too long you see a house all on it's own just off of a road up ahead. Cautiously the group approaches.
An older woman in a blue dress than steps out of the front door with an umbrella as if she expected rain and walks out towards her mail box. However as she starts down the steps she suddenly looks around as if in shock at the sky and horizen around here, in the process she sees your group, takes one look, screams, and runs back into the house.
Alika yells out. "Malia! Wait! It's me Alika!"
(OOC: I might chime in with posts here and there, but I'll give you guys some lattitude with this one. Any of you can post for Malia. She's an islander of mixed native descent, but doesn't speak the native language. But she does run a simple little clothing shop out of the first floor living and dinning rooms of her house, while she sleeps and lives on the second story. Some of it is traditional, and some of it is more modern. Some items like jeans have just be purchased, but there are a lot of other clothes that were made by her or her friends.
She had no idea anything unusual was going on. She just thought it was going to rain. Alika brings tourists around now and then, so she knows him.)
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