Queen's Notes: This chapter was co-written with In The Light, most of the chapters in this story are.
Fire From The Past
Tala stood, shields in hand and eyeing the ground not ten feet away from where she stood with the Ta-Matoran on her back again. Some part of her mind wondering if she should propose more teleportation stations but dismissed it in favor for the problem at hand. With it getting darker, more so at ground level then up in the higher levels of the jungle, Tala sighed.
She hopped down, thankfully on to solid dirt, even if it wasn't dry it wasn't mud either, "Now where's dat road..."
"What road?" Lhikan twisted trying to see better, he knew they were close to the village, and was feeling anxious to get there. Hopefully it would be where his questions could hopefully be answered by the elder there, but he could only see the swamp and no roads from his angle.
"There's some board walks around da' ground," Tala explained, picking up into an easy lope more than anything, one eye on the ground and another on the lookout. "But we're comin' in at an odd angle." The Kora was going more from memory to the Koro rather than any set path or mental map of road ways. "Keep an eye up for huts, or the elevators."
"Okay," Lhikan nodded, already on the lookout. The Matoran gazed up at the trees as the Kora went. "There are elevators in a jungle?" he wondered quietly, the Le-Wahi at home not having very thick trees, and not as many as this, nor as high for that matter.
"Well, even the Le-Matoran got tired of havin' ta climb up all the time." Tala chuckled, "Ah, there's the elevator!"
"Highgood greetings!" Three voices called out from the greenery ahead of them. At first the speakers were not visible, they blended in so well with the background. The voices came from on top of a strange thing that looked like a giant seed pod. If one focused and looked closer they would see it was in fact an elevator, connecting to cored like vines that ran up to the tree.
Lhikan brightened, he was thankful for having Kora Tala for company, but it was nice to hear a fellow Matoran's voice. Le-Matoran slang was even welcomed; it reminded him of a few Le-Matoran Lhikan knew back at his home island. He shifted on the elemental's back they neared the elevator, peeking over her shoulder at the others.
"Welcome to our homeKoro Icespirit!" The Le-Matoran on the elevator called as he slid down its side as two more Matoran, slightly bigger in that they had over armor (a streamlined design) and weapons. Guards more than likely, but all had that brightness of the Le-Matoran, but something was slightly different about them from those Lhikan knew. The Ta-Matoran made effort the climb down the ice elemental's back so he could meet the Le-Matoran properly, being also curious as to why they were somewhat different. Of course not all Matoran had the same build or armor, but something in the back of his mind was nagging at him...
"Hello," he greeted, orange orbs blinking pleasantly.
"Firespitter?" One guard blinked, taken aback and looked up to the relaxed Kora, "Hehe." The Matoran nudged his fellow guard but both were pushed aside by the taller male that had been up on top of the elevator.
"Do you need to go uptree KoraSister?" He asked.
Tala nodded, "Yes, is Turaga Matau here Kren?"
"Yes Kora Tala! Come fire-brother." Kren reached out to grab the Ta-Matoran and all but dragged him into the elevator.
Lhikan looked from Tala, to the Le-Matoran, then to Kren, going along with the taller Matoran into the elevator. He craned his neck to look upward, beginning to spot the bottoms of huts high in the tree branches, "Kren, is it?" he asked.
"Yes Ta-tu," Kren smiled as he nudged Lhikan to sit down on a sort of bench, and pulled a lever to get the elevator started. There was a heavy vibration as Tala, too big to fit inside, thudded and hung onto the outside. Kren chuckled, "What is your name firespitter?"
Smiling he answered, "Lhikan of Miko Nui. Kora Tala saved me from a Bo... Bohrok, back in Ko-Wahi. I'd be squashed Matoran if not for her." He flashed a grin to where Tala was.
"Bhorok?" Kren straighten somehow even more, a quick glance at the Kora and her reassuring smile had the Le-Matoran sighed. Then he clapped Lhikan on the shoulder, "Goodright luck for you Lhikanfriend! Crosswired Bohrok are nearly as bad as the darkhords!"
The Ta-Matoran laughed nervously, though he was secretly wondering what this 'darkhorde' was. "I've heard about this Turaga Matau of yours... could you tell me what he's like? I've only meet two Turaga in my past." He grinned sheepishly. "I uh, don't get off my island all that much."
"Only two?" Kren tilted his head, "Strangewierd... Wiseold Turaga Matau is greatfun! Knows so many stories and songs. But..." He hesitated.
"Just don't walk in front of him if there's a bridge nearby." Tala said from where she was shifting on the outside of the elevator, making it sway a bit but well able to support the weight of a Toa of any kind.
Kren started to chuckle.
Lhikan lifted a mask ridge. "He does sound like fun... I take it you mean he is a prankster?" Some of the Matoran back home liked to play jokes as well, when they weren't working hard day and night that is.
"Dat's an understatement." The Kora rolled her eyes, holding on with one hand and bracing with one foot. Tala didn't seem like she knew she was now a bio (or so it seemed) above ground as the elevator lifted into the lower levels of the tree-bound village.
"But keeps your life alertfun," Kren leaned out the open door to look at the Kora better. That was one of the things that were off about the Le-Matoran: They were utterly fearless. At least Kren was.
Lhikan gazed out at the lower levels, after all this was a new experience for him and he wanted to see as much as possible. Miko Nui wasn't exactly an island paradise after all, but it was still home to him. Mata Nui was an interesting change.
"Lhikanfriend," Kren said, tossing something red and semi large at the Ta-Matoran, munching away at another fruit as their elevator came to a stop. As soon as they passed a wide platform to look over it, the full, energy filled village was visible. It was still bright up here, though the village was getting ready for night. Mostly in defiance and what looked like a gathering.
Chewing a bite from the fruit, Lhikan stood to his feet to gaze at the large gathering of Matoran, noting some differences but over all quite happy to have arrived in a Matoran village.
A non-snowy village at that, "What are they gathering for?"
"Muchfun dancing!" Kren grinned, bouncing off as music rose up from the background level rose up to be more notable. Tala chuckled as she came up behind Lhikan.
The Ta-Matoran looked up at the Kora and tipped his head, remembering she had mentioned dancing earlier. "Think there is a chance I could meet the Turaga before dancing?"
"If he's already started da evenin' I think." Tala flashed him a grin before stooping down long enough to tap her Kanohi to the Ta-Matoran's in a quick reassuring kiss, "I'll see if I can track him down. Why don't you go over to the Chronicler? He's the Ta-Matoran over there with the blue mask."
Lhikan blushed slightly at the kiss before turning his attention and trying to focus on the crowd of Matoran, to spot the blue-masked Ta-Matoran. "Oh, I see him," Lhikan said, and started toward the Chronicler. "Thank you, Kora!"
The pale 'lesser' Toa gave a back handed wave, her white armor alright being stained in shades of red and orange from the sunset and torches. She knew exactly were Turaga Matau was, having seen him with her taller height, but wanted a few minutes to talk with the elder alone.
As he weaved past Le-Matoran, trying to avoid questions and greetings at the moment, not having time to explain to every single being who he was, Lhikan made his way toward the Chronicler after watching Tala go. He finally found himself a few paces away from the other Ta-Matoran.
Said Chronicler was evidently right in the middle of a story, since he /was/ the story keeper, and was backing up to add effect as he flung out his arm, making a few listeners jump. But that meant he backed right up into the poor guest, "It leapt back as Tahu charged-ack!"
As the listeners gasped, Lhikan was knocked backward a little, slightly stunned as he felt his mask and turned it back into place. "Uh, are you the Chronicler...?"
"Sorry-sorry!" The Matoran yelped, bouncing back to his feet and helping Lhikan back up with a sheepish expression, "Uh, yeah, Chronicler Takua. Are you okay? Hey! You're a Ta-Matoran too! I've never seen you before, I know everyone back home, and you have a gold Kanohi like Jaller!"
Lhikan blinked, "Jaller? I don't know him... and I'm not from this island actually. I'm, ah, visiting you could say," it was his turn for a sheepish look. "Kora Tala said I should meet you while she finds Turaga Matau. My name's Lhikan."
"Kota Tala's here?" Takua brighten, his words echoed by several others as they looked around for the elemental. "Well I can show you around," Takua dragged his attention back to Lhikan with a half lopsided smile as he suddenly realized why the Kora send the other to him, currently the only other Ta-Matoran in Le-Koro at the moment.
"Yeah, she rescued me from a Bohrok," Lhikan answered. "I really don't think I would have gotten out of that alive if not for her."
"Wow, didn't know there was any rouges left. Oo! Food! Come on Lhikan, let's get some before it's all gone." Takua, despite being the size of a Ga-Matoran, a fact that stood out now that he was next to Lhikan and not involved with a story.
Lhikan shrugged and followed the other Ta-Matoran to where he had spotted the food. "You said someone called Jaller has a gold-colored Kanohi too?"
"Yeah," Takua nodded, getting a wooden plate and making no bones about heaping it up. At least he had the same Ta-Matoran appetite. "Jaller's my best friend and the Caption of the Ta-Koro Guard." The Chronicler puffed up a little in pride of his friend.
Lhikan got himself a plate too and served himself enough food to keep his stomach content for awhile. Hey, might as well enjoy oneself with the unexpected vacation. "I'd like to meet him some time," the taller Ta-Matoran remarked.
"If you go to Ta-Koro you probably will." Takua grinned up at the other red Matoran as they made their way to a slightly quitter spot to eat. "You probably will too, Turaga Vakama seems to be the un-official leader of the six Turaga."
"I'm still unsure as to how I got on this island. See, all I remember is going to sleep on Miko Nui and waking up in a freezing Ko-Wahi," Lhikan shuddered in memory of the awful cold. "I hope that a Turaga might be able to help me."
The story keeper winced, he could never fully get that 'inner fire' warmth to work, despite working with even Toa Tahu, "I hope it wasn't too far up Mt. Inu. Eat up for now, Turaga Matau was getting his hip worked on today so we have a bit of time."
Lhikan followed up on the advice and munched away. Before long he wondered aloud, "Is the Toa of this village around do you think?"
"Look up." Takua said in slight surprise, in a 'how did you miss it?' tone. He pointed up to a figure in a half hammock of twined vines.
The large form was definitely a Tao. He was mostly a lighter green color in armor with hints of brown undertones. Bright glowing eyes of orange and red were watching the Matoran below him. Amusement and contentment were on his mask as the Toa idly toyed with a massive (to a Matoran) battle axe, but there were hilts of swords over his shoulders as well. It certainly was a wonder as to how Lhikan had totally missed that.
Lhikan gazed at the new, to him, Toa of Air, eyes lingering on the axe for a moment. "I-I didn't even know he was up there," Lhikan nervously laughed.
"I guess since everyone's used to him, they don't react," Takua offered, "Toa Lewa's also normally down here in dances, but he's been up and awake the last eight-day I heard, and has been resting all day. I bet Toa Lewa will come down to eat though."
"Maybe I can meet him," Lhikan remarked. He certainly was feeling content at the moment, not having to be working as a craftsman. He swept his gaze over the crowds, listening to the music and chatter of the Matoran and wondering if Tala found Turaga Matau yet.
"I wonder what's going on?" Takua's said suddenly as he was looking off to the right and up to a level above.
The Toa suddenly shifting and rolling free of his half nest drew attention. The tall being's mask glowed as he didn't fall, but with a helpful gust of air got a handhold on the edge of the platform Takua had been looking at.
"I hope nothing wrong," Lhikan answered, chewing for a moment as he watched Lewa land with the help of his elemental power and mask. The Matoran glanced at Takua with a 'wanna find out?' look in his eyes.
The Chronicler tilted his head, humming before nodding at Lhikan, one eye on the Toa that was moving out of sight, "You any good at net climbing? It looks like Lewa is going to Turaga Matau's place."
"If it's a net... I don't think I'll have too much trouble. Maybe a bit slow," Lhikan offered, shrugging but slightly eager to see what was going on with the Toa and Turaga Matau. He started toward the place where Lewa was last seen with Takua. "I'm guessing you've had lots of experience?"
"I've been coming to Le-Kora even before I became the Chronicler," Takua admitted, rubbing the back of his head, glancing up at Lhikan, "The only thing I seemed to be able to do other than being the island's story keeper was making tools..."
Lhikan tilted his head. "Really? I'm a craftsman on Miko Nui," he stepped over a dropped fruit and glanced down at Takua with a smirk. "This is kind of an unexpected vacation you could say."
"I like being the Chronicler." Takua said with a smile for Lhikan's words, "I get to travel and go with the Toa almost all the time. And I'm odd for a Ta-Matoran anyways." He held his arms out meaning his own relatively slight frame before touching his Blue Kanohi.
"I wouldn't say odd," Lhikan judged, but not in a bad way. "I've always been told that we're all different in our own ways for a reason." Though secretly he wondered why the blue mask, but didn't say it out loud. Lhikan glanced forward before saying, "Toa Lewa was headed for Turaga Matau's hut, right?"
"At least in that direction." Takua said, slumping just a little as if he somehow picked up on the thought about his mask the shorter Ta-Matoran ran one hand over the top of it. He wasn't teased about it anymore, at least not by anyone who wasn't a close friend who Takua knew was only playing and not meaning to hurt.
Didn't mean it hadn't hurt back before though.
"I wonder if it has something to do with Kora Tala," Lhikan thought aloud. After all she had gone to find him, hadn't she? Could something have gone wrong? He began to quicken his pace.
Takua reached out and grasped Lhikan's arm, "Not that way, over here."
'Here' was obviously the beginning of many nets and vines which Lhikan knew they would be climbing. At the moment he was going to have to forget his little fear of heights.
But hey, it was for a good cause: finding out what was going on.
"Hope you don't spazz about open air!" Takua grinned, and jumped off the platform, falling all of ten feet and sliding down the net to where he could scramble to the trunk of the tree.
The other Ta-Matoran hesitated for a moment, counted to the three, and then tried to mimic Takua. Though he landed flat on his mask and without much grace, if any at all. "Coming, coming," he muttered to no one as he scrambled after Takua toward the tree trunk.
The story keeper was grinning from where he was waiting in door way to and inner carved staircase of sorts. "Easier doing this then going all the way over to the lifts."
...STAIRS! Joy! Lhikan gave a grin. "I bet," He climbed up and joined the other Matoran before starting up them. "I was never really a good climber," Lhikan sighed.
"After an eight-day here on Mata Nui you will be!" Takua laughed.
"Something... tells me I'll be a different Matoran after being on this island of yours," Lhikan joked. "Before today I didn't even know about such beings as Kora."
"How about 'Koa'?" Takua offered, smiling in understanding as he walked a step behind Lhikan on the stairs, "That's what the Kora used to be called a long time ago, or so Turaga Vakama says. Their basically just smaller Toa."
"Koa," Lhikan muttered, repeating the word over and over in his mind as they went. He hummed. "Yes, now that I think of it... I remember hearing a traveler say something like that."
"The opening to you left Lhikan," Takua said, "And what's your island like?"
Lhikan moved left and through the opening. "We're all workers, in fact some of us have dubbed it as the island that never sleeps. That's how much we work." He smirked.
"Mata Nui, you work /all the time?/" Takua looked just shy of horrified at the idea. Even Jaller would take breaks, if only for a quick lava boarding spree or practicing Kholii with the shorter Matoran, "Tell me you at least have something like Kholii! Or Lava boarding?"
"We do have breaks, but they are short. And... what's Lava boarding?" asked Lhikan, after a few moments of thinking about his home.
Takua hocked his hands behind his head, taking note that this level was surprisingly clear of Matoran. But then the gathered food hadn't been half way eaten through yet so dancing wouldn't really start in earnest for at least a little bit. "Lava boarding is just that." He rolled his eyes, "They call me a risk taker... but it's pretty fun! There's some compitions too and the winner's get a Copper Mask of Victory that Turaga Vakama makes himself! I never win, Jaller has a few times but it's in his clan."
"I've never heard of Lava boarding," Lhikan said thoughtfully. "Perhaps I can try it sometime... so, this Jaller of yours is good at it because of his clan?" The Ta-Matoran was starting to wonder faintly if he and Jaller shared something because of their gold masks. Gold masks weren't very popular after all.
"Well, Turaga Vakama says that the talent runs in Jaller's clan, and there's a bit of history to it." Takua started, turning so he was walking backwards and able to look up at Lhikan's eyes. "Jaller's the last of his clan, like me and mine, and a lot of others thanks to the Makuta."
Lhikan tipped his head with a confused frown on his mask. "There it is again... first Kora Tala implies that the Makuta has done something wrong, and now you. Just what is it that they've done wrong?" Seriously, did Miko Nui really live in the dark like this?
Takua stopped, dropping his arms and staring wide-eyed at the other Ta-Matoran in shock. Of course he was promptly ran over do to the fact he'd been walking in front of the other Ta-Matoran.
"Oouf!" Lhikan grunted at the collision to the floor and rolled off of Takua. "Muaka bones, really," he muttered, sitting up to look at Takua. "What did I say?"
"Ow..." Takua complained, more huffed as the air had been half knocked out of him by the bigger Matoran. Adjusting his mask back into place, the Chronicler frowned at Lhikan, "Don't you know? The Makuta is the reason for these dark times, he's tainted the masks of Rahi and Matoran alike, and set the Bohrok swarms loose on us. You met one, we had to face hordes of thousands at Ta-Koro's gates alone, Le-Koro was leveled!"
Lhikan's mouth dropped open in utter shock as he started at his companion, finding it hard to comprehend. "...What?! But... but that's can't be! The Makuta aren't cause for darkness, they've never done anything like that... why hasn't Miko Nui heard about any of this? There are Makuta making Rahi for my island's workers!"
"Because, it is a longsad story," A new, aged voice said.
Takua twisted around, "Turaga!" He scrambled up and gave the dark green form, as well as the much bigger one behind a bow.
Lhikan got to his feet and did the same out of respect. Then he straightened to get a good look at the Turaga and the person behind him.
Chipped and warn armor of the elder gave hints of a long, and sometimes hard life. But he was still very much active, though had to both rely on his staff as well as having a strange, sideways gate so he didn't walk exactly straight. But it was the Turaga's eyes that belied his age, bright and intelligent with both earned wisdom and inner mischief.
Right now though he was looking this 'new' Ta-Matoran up and down, ignoring the hovering aids and Lewa as well as Tala, "I think, that we need a nice long chattalk hmm? But fist, you must rest firespitter."
And give me time to talk with Vakama! Matau thought inwardly.
Lhikan blinked. "But I am having a hard time understanding some things, Turaga, if I may be so bold. Almost as if I'm in another reality altogether." He lifted a mask ridge. "Don't you at least find that a bit... erm, off?"
"Yes..." Matau sighed deeply, clasping his staff with both hands and leaning quite a bit of his weight on it. Suddenly looking older then he did a few moments ago and was using is badge of office more for support, "Yes I think..."
"Turaga?" Takua ask, his voice worried as he stepped forward, one hand on Lhikan's closer arm.
For all he could be, Lhikan was just the innocent bystander, though he was concerned for the Turaga and not understanding anything at the moment. "Turaga? Is something wrong?"
Seriously, something did seem wrong here. But Lhikan couldn't figure out that it was his very presence that was 'wrong' at the moment.
"Fine, I am surefine...or maybe not..."
"Turaga!" the two aids who'd been hovering back suddenly lunged forwards as the elder's grip slackened on his staff. Well attuned to the Turaga's ways, knowing what was normal, the two Matoran looked panicked as they grasped Matau's arms.
Lhikan blinked in utter shock and surprise as he and Takua watched with a small gasp. "Is he alright?" the Ta-Matoran asked, stepping forward.
"Wiseold friend?" Lewa was already there, kneeling down to offer help.
"I told you Turaga to rest after being seen to today!" One of the aids said, his voice rising for a moment before taking a deep breath.
"I am surefine-"
"You are not surefine wiseone." The other aid cut in, "Tow Lewa, take Turaga to the healers! Everquick!"
Lhikan let out a sigh, somehow getting a feeling he had done something... yet he didn't know what. He and Takua got out of the way, and he glanced at the blue-masked Ta-Matoran worriedly.
Beside him, Takua was in a state of shock as he watched the living elemental of air lift the protesting Turaga up and dart off.
"Well... so much for getting answers," Lhikan muttered. "All this sure isn't helping out. I hope Turaga Matau will be alright."
"I really hope it's not my fault..." Takua said unexpectedly, shifting and looking just shy of panicky himself.
"Why, what could you have done to make him ill?" Lhikan asked, blinking.
"I had the fire fever a few Eight-days ago." Takua said, looking up at Lhikan, "It's pretty common here, though Ta-Matoran aren't as effected by it, we're carriers sometimes...and Turaga Matau had a the leaf-head fever a few days ago..."
The gold-masked Ta-Matoran hummed before putting his hand on Takua's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure it's not your fault whatever's wrong with him. Perhaps it's all just coincidence?"
"Maybe..." The Chronicler's shoulders slumped a bit before he stood up again. Only to jump almost out of his armor as a voice spoke from behind them, proving they weren't alone anymore.
"I think you two should find a place to sleep for the night." Tala said, smiling at the Ta-Matoran.
Lhikan shrugged. "I could use some sleep, after all that's happened..." He recalled everything and shuddered.
The Kora knelt down, putting a hand on the shoulders of both Matoran, "It's a big thing being in a place you don't understand yet. Trust me Lhikan, not only I but Takua here too knows that all too well."
The story keeper ducked his head sheepishly but nodded, glancing at the taller Ta-Matoran.
Lhikan glanced at Takua then up at Tala with a small smile. "Then the three of us all share something in common. Thank you, Kora,"
"Not just three," Tala grinned at 'ruffled' the golden Kanohi, swiping a hand gently over the top, "the same is for all Kora here, and the Toa Nuva as well."
Lhikan's smile increased with a nervous laugh. "Then this seems normal by now on this island, huh?" he joked, though it was a bit forced.
"At least you have your memories." Takua said with a long sigh, mostly for play as he was feeling better. "You can stay with me and Tamaru if you want Lhikan."
"Thanks, Takua," the Matoran smiled at him then looked back at Tala. "Will you be staying in Le-Koro?"
The pale Kora nodded, "Yes, I'm going to see if I can't help Turaga Matau." She winked her red eye, "Ice is a healing element after all."
"Be sure to tell him I said I hope he feels better," Lhikan said. "He really looked kind of... spooked for a moment."
"Turaga Matau also had an operation early today at Ga-Koro." Tala pointed out as she stood, one hand brush against both Matoran as she gently pushed to guide them, "Go get some food and a dance you two, the Turaga will be fine. He's in one of the two healing Koros after all!"
Mata Nui, Lhikan couldn't stop smiling at the Kora! "Yeah..." he looked to Takua and shrugged. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah, before the Toa and Kora eat all the food..." Takua couldn't help the tease, grinning himself now as Tala laughed.
"To right! Now off ya two go!"
Off they went, more or less the same way they came. Lhikan glanced at Takua. "She's nice. I wish my island had Kora now."
"Maybe they will," Takua said, tilting his head, "You never know. I heard some down in Onu-Koro talking about a theory that Kora are the link between Toa and Matoran... you know since we're both Bionicle."
"We could certainly use Kora," Lhikan nodded. As they went he told Takua of what he most probably would be doing right now back home. "A Toa of Fire was supposed to visit us. Toa Dume. I was looking forward to meeting him very much."
"I heard that name before...!" Takua brightened, "Well, sort of," He looked around to be sure they were alone again, now looking over the dance platforms from above, "I overheard Turaga Vakama and Turaga Onewa talking once and they mentioned that name. I didn't hear much, I was getting ready for a match."
Lhikan brightened as well. "Perhaps I can see Turaga Vakama soon. Maybe he'll be able to help me... no offense to Turaga Matau of course,"
"Turaga Vakama is the best!" Takua said, beaming in pride, "He gets visions from the Great Spirit sometimes, even though he's sleeping. But-"
"TAKUAFRIEND!"
"Ack!" Takua yelped as he was, essentially, ran over by a laughing Le- and Ga-Matoran.
Lhikan jumped back with a laugh as his friend was nearly flattened to the floor by the two other Matoran. The Chronicler was obviously more than well known on this island.
"Tamaru! Macku- hey!" The smaller Ta-Matoran flailed, but there was no real 'got to get away' air coming from him.
"How come you didn't come to the spin dance Takua?" The Ga-Matoran demanded, perfectly happy that she was sitting on top of the other two, peering down into the other blue masked face, "It's your favorite!"
"He couldn't help it; he was showing me around," Lhikan said, not bothering to mention the bit about Matau, in case they hadn't known yet. "I'm Lhikan." he smiled.
Heads turned up, blinking and before anyone could act or react, the Ga-Matoran glomped Lhikan, "Jaller! I didn't know you were here!"
The poor Ta-Matoran blinked nervously. "I-I'm not Jaller... I'm Lhikan."
Really, how much of this 'Jaller' character did he resemble? Sooner or later they would have to meet and sort this out.
"Watersister!" Tamaru yelped now, getting up and helping pull the Ga-Matoran off Lhikan, "Sorryopps firebrother, Macku has had a few Pink Drinks... you do look like Jallerfriend though."
Lhikan offered a nervous smile, mostly because of Macku glomping him like that. "It's no problem, I understand... what I don't understand is why I seem to resemble this 'Jaller' so much."
"Jaller's the only Ta-Matoran that has a gold Kanohi," Takua said, "At least until now."
"And Takuafriend has the only blue Kanohi. He's part Le-Matoran." Tamaru teased, knowing far better than to make the tease about him being part Ga. And it wasn't uncommon for Le-Matoran to have blue masks as well as green.
"I'd like to meet Jaller," Lhikan said, ignoring the tease aimed at Takua. "Something tells me we'd have something in common," he joked, already knowing that they obviously looked like each other.
"He's the caption of the Ta-Koro Guard!" Macku announced, giggled and glomped onto Lhikan for support, "Let's go dance!"
The Ta-Matoran felt his mask go red but he simply cleared his throat. "Um, alright. I'll dance with you."
"Yay! And Takua can dance with Kren- since he's bigger- do you know the spin dance? It's the next song!"
"You're in for it now firespitter." Tamaru laughed.
"You try saying no to her mask," Lhikan muttered to Tamaru, still 'carrying' the Ga-Matoran. He turned to her. "Why no, I don't know it."
"You can't," the other two males said as one, keeping up with Macku now dragging Lhikan to the stairs down to the next level.
Lhikan blinked, bewildered as they went. "And why not...?"
"Because she's a Ga-gi a water sister and knows things about us..." Tamaru made a face, the unspoken words of 'she has black mail on us' hanging in the air. Takua just shrugged.
"Oh," Lhikan said, nodding. "Okay. Ummm... now what?" He glanced at Macku who was still glomping him.
Tamaru suddenly pushed his way between them, "Come Makusister! You heartpromised to give me the first dance!" He said, grasping the Ga-Matoran's hands and spun them off to the side.
"There's a save!" Takua laughed, clapping Lhikan's arm before starting after the half prancing, half walking two ahead.
Lhikan laughed and settled for watching along the sidelines, after all he had had a long day. But Le-Koro was a good place to end up in after a long day. He gazed upward, wondering how Turaga Matau was doing.