Dance the Dance, part two- Aloha!
Dose mean old mares, not letting me dance before de ali’i of our island, Starcatcher! I too can dance as good as any of dem haole earth ponies! I been dancin' across dee skies over butterfly island me whole life! Dancing is in de blood of de Pegasus ponies! All I have to do is get a swift ale' under me wings, and I can dance de air hula across de skies like de graceful bird! But does that Twinkle Twirl let me dance with de other Ponyville dancers? A'ole! She say I too little to dance with her troupe! What does dat pa'akiki mare think she know about-
Oh ay, Honaloo Loo, calm yourself down. It don't do no good to mad at de Dance studio troupe ponies, dey honestly don think a littlekeki like me can keep up with dem on stage. Dey don't unnstand I been dancing for as long as I can remember, copying de moves of my makuhine... me mama... when she danced de sacred dance- de hula- on de beach for our annual makahiki festivals. I remeber her standing up on two hooves in a grass skirt, her hips swaying to de traditional kahiko meldoy of our tribe. I stood by, imating her, making sure I got every move right! All de pegasus stallions on butterfly island said me mama was de most na'au mare on de island, and how lucky my makuakane was to have her for a wife.
The Buttlefly island hula is de most beautiful dance performed by peagsus, wit hips swaying movements on de ground an' in de air. It is a languge all it's own, commnicating in a form mere words cannot explain or express. Only one family on de island can perform dis sacred dance at de festival every year, and it has been my family dat has carried out dis scared tradition. Mi mama was the greatest performer of de art on our island, an' de shaking of her hips expressed her passion an' love for de art of dancing, just as it expressed her happiness at being able to share her special talent with the rest of us like dis.
But mama, she can no longer dance along de hakai, where de waves gently wash along de shore. Several canoes filled with earth ponies of another tribe, came from a place called Tropical Island far across de sea. Queen Starcatcher welcomed them, and showed dem de ho`okipa hospitality of Butterfly Island. But de earth stallions only wanted to conquer, taking us back as captives to sacrifice on dere luakini temples to appease dere volcano god. During the attack, one of thier spears found it's way to mi mama, and now she sleeps with de akumuka de spirits of de ancestors. Papa and de warriors drove de invaders back to de waters of de kai, and threw them into the sea for the sharks to devour. Thier ship was set ablaze, and sank beneath the waves for the lives dey had taken.
When I had ue all of my tears out in grieving, I put on mi mama's grass skirt, and asked to take her place in de hula. A'ole -no!- I was told by de kahuna priests. I was too little to take my mama's place, an' dance before M'oi Starcatcher at de festival. Papa told me I would be old enough to inherit mi mama's sacred role, and dance de hula on both de land and in de sky. I had hoped dis lu`au in honor of Starcatcher's 30th hanau would give me a chance to prove I could dance. But dat pa`akiki Twinkle Twirl won't even give me a chance ethier. She just as pig-headed as the adults of my own tribe, dis is so not fair!
So I prayed to de menehune spirits who watch over our tibe, and they inspired in me a great idea. Taking mi mamams sacred grass skirt, lei, an' shell necklace from de heiau shrine where dey had been kept since her death, I shall sneak to de portal to Ponyville, an' porve my worth to dere ali`i Princess Wysteria. When she see how well I move my hips to de music, and honor mi mama's memory, she will certainly ask Twinkle Twirl to let mi dance at the lu`au! But I got to be careful, for it is kapu to let a haole outsider to see de sacred hula of our tribe, an' I could get in hohono lua for doing this.
Ohhhh, guardian akumuka, please give me your mana to pull dis off! I hope I can prove all de adults wrong on dis one, an' win de acceptance and approval of our queen for my bold actions. I will only know later if dis ting I am doing is right, But for now, I can only pray mi mama is looking down on me wit pride for what I am about to do. I can' just let de tradition of a hula dancer from our family performing de scared ritual every year die until I'm old enough, it would be a disgrace to my ancestors to do so. I think mi special talent may be dancing just like mi mama, and this could be my big chance to find out just what I'm supposed to do. Well, I need to get going!Aloha, wish me luck!
Honalu loo the Pegasus