Hura dusted himself off, standing with the taller Ko-Matoran's help. A puzzled look came to his face as he passed his gaze from the floating cage to the Ko-Matoran and back.
"
I come to pluck fruit of the great Vuata Maka Tree. Master Apothecary needs it," he replied.
A sideways glance, and his hand slipped to press against the upper fore of his Kanohi Rode.
"
Is that a monkey-Brakas?" he sighed, not in the mood to deal with their irregular nature after having slipped, "
How do you even manage to capture such Rahi, Ko-Matoran?" he asked.
Then, after a moment, he extended his arm, palm forward, fingers straight, in greeting.
"
Hura," he stated rather plainly.
"And, for this reason, we would like you to be our representative at the Red Star Festival."
The Ta-Matoran's words echoed in the halls of the De-Congro Temple. The Suva attendant removed her ceremonial poncho like robe, placing it quietly on the bench.
"
Must you speak so much?" her voice droned with an odd, cyclical rasp, "
What if I don't want to go to the Red Star Festival?"
The flare gun at her side shifted as she turned away.
"
This is a sacred place," Vhis added, her rather dismissive tone not seeming to phase the Ta-Matoran in bright red armor.
"You'll think about it," he assured, turning away and heading into the bright sunlight of Kongero Nui's great savanna.