Kaimana
Basic Information
Bloodline Ability
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Physical Description
At two years old, Kaimana has left the wobbling baby stage behind for the sturdy, solid build of a toddler who runs everywhere he goes. His mother's dark hair has grown in thick and curly, falling in loose ringlets to his shoulders, and nobody in the household has yet been willing to cut it. He has warm brown skin, full round cheeks, and deep brown eyes that still catch gold in direct sunlight, which keeps his nickname firmly in place. Most days he wears a plain brown linen tunic fastened with a small greenstone toggle, under a child-sized fringed flax cloak woven in the same brown, cream, and black patterns his older siblings wear.
Kaimana carries a small woven flax basket almost everywhere he goes and fills it with whatever he has decided is treasure that day: shells from the tide line, smooth stones, a crab claw, a flower from the Rā Palm Commons. He greets nearly everyone he passes with a wave and a wide grin, and his favorite game is holding the basket out so someone can admire what's inside, then pulling it back before they can touch anything. He still loves the water as much as he did as a baby, and now that he can get there on his own two feet, the household has learned to keep a much closer eye on him near the shore.
Personality
- Waves and grins at nearly everyone he passes
- Proudly shows off every treasure he finds
- Fearless and delighted in shallow water
- Adores his older siblings and copies everything they do
- Bounces back fast from scraped knees and tumbles
- Has discovered the word "mine" and uses it constantly
- Heads straight for the water the moment eyes turn away
- Melts down loudly when tired, hungry, or told no
- Refuses to leave the beach without a fight
- Climbs anything that looks even slightly climbable
"Hiii!" [waving with his whole arm at a complete stranger]
"Look! Look! My shell. Mine."
"Shh! Awhina sleeping. My baby."
- Filling his little basket with shells and stones
- Splashing in the shallows along Ākau Nui
- Tagging along behind his big brothers and sisters
- Waving at the traders on the Market Coast
- Checking on baby Awhina, whether she needs it or not
- Anyone reaching into his basket without asking
- Being carried home from the beach
- Naps, on principle
- Having the sand combed out of his curls
- Being told Awhina is too little to play yet