She walked through the dilapidated door with a confident stride, the tip of her spear guiding her to location of the oldest and youngest.

  Although meeting with her often, the two were still awestruck with her appearance, both slightly scared and intimidated yet still exited. She stood at a staggering height, like one of the palm trees around the village, it hurt the youngest neck constantly have to look up. Her skin was pale, very pale like the flesh of a coconut freshly opened. Her scars and old wounds were immediately obvious. Her frame was muscled and sturdy, any of the workmen from the village paled in comparison other than maybe the head whaler. Her hair was the only sign of femininity visible to the boys, coloured the same as the currently still rising sun,half braided with small and frayed ribbons at the end of each. Hidden beneath the unbraided hair was a sole eye of crimson, the other was an empty socket with a small scar near the corner leading across the nose.

  She wore light robes made from one continuous strip of dotted cloth. It was coloured the same as ribbons adoring her hair, a vibrant orange with the addition of deep, almost black, blue and grass coloured spots.

  Her spear however was what drew the boys attention the most, not just because it was currently aimed at them as she walked. longer than any of the spears used for whaling by almost twice the length, it even dwarfed her. The shaft only partially wood, the rest some unknown metal adorned with branch like engravings, each ending with a rune or symbol like the fruits of a tree. The tip was was slim, almost the same width of the handle if not for the slight flair at the base, but it was also long and split like the feathers used to write by the head fisherman to tally the catches. It was decorated similarly to the shaft but instead of a rune, each branch lead to a tally mark and a small indentation which was connected to the slit with a shallow channel.

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  "Lili..." The youngest excitedly yelled before stopping himself before turning towards the oldest, and exited and devious smile adoring his face.

  The oldest looked at the youngest's face, a sudden nervous pit forming in his stomach as he remembered the penalty for losing the race.

  "Lilia..." The nervous pit moved to his throat, stopping him from completing the name.

  "Say it, you lost remember, you have too." The youngest whispered to not alert the woman to the plan

  "Lil.. Lilian!" The oldest sheepishly yelled while stareing at the ground, his whole body tense read for whatever punishment Lilian would deal.

  Her robe was the first thing to enter the vision of the oldest, the colours flowing thanks to the wind, it had a weird calming effect on him as he stared. Minutes felt to have passed, he was finally starting to gain the confidence to look up at Lilian's, more than likely, mad eye. He closed his eyes and started to raise his head, the pit of nervousness moving back to his stomach making him sick but he couldn't just stay upset. His head was now at a angle were he would be able to see Lilian's face once he opened his eyes but before he could, a gentle tap hit him on the fore head.

  "First time I heard you say it." Lilian said in an almost impressed tone, while continuing to tap the oldest on the head. "So that kick was the thing to finally stop your little winnings streak?" She continued to tap the oldest barley letting him think on how to answer her.

  "Aren't you going to hit me?" The oldest meekly asked. " You always hit him when he say it "

  "He never looks like he's about to run home, except that time he slipped." Answered Lilian now moving her hand away from the oldest's head.

  "I didn't slip, I just wanted to go home, the whaler got a whale, a big whale!" Quickly shouted, in defence.

  "Sure , sure, did this monster whale drag itself ashore too, your whaler would have called for me to pull it ashore other wise." Mocked Lilian, hoping for some funny outburst from the younger.

  "No... But, but it did have a horn and spoke, it spoke alot." The words rushed out the youngest mouth, no thought behind them like he was recalling a memory rather than lying.