Inaia had to pretend she didn't see the bashful looks on the faces of the islanders as they walked with them to the Longhouse for breakfast an hour later. The folk put their stares everywhere but on the four of them. Their smiles said enough—a mix that told they were both impressed, and in awe of their strangely beautiful visitors. As the bunch treaded on to the sprawling cabin, Inaia literally broke into the thoughts of one yellow-toothed grinning man; she read his mind, which wasn't hard to do at all in her current [Corporeal].
'We all know what you girls and that man were doing in the southern hut. We heard you guys. Hee-hee!'
She even heard his pervert glee right out his head. Inaia crossed her eyes at him, giving him the look, 'really, dude?'
The man turned away his face, forging ahead into the others.
