from destroying the economy of Suld.  He knew his sister, and he knew she'd pay Keritanima with that fake gold, if only to get her back for making her pay for the devices.  Jenna was strong enough to whip up an entire room full of it in a matter of seconds, and the clever part about it was that it wouldn't give off any kind of magical aura to give away its temporary nature, and it would last almost a ride before breaking down and crumbling into fine pyrite dust.  And before that happened, it would look, feel, act, smell, even taste like real gold.  Keritanima would be furious when she found out, but then she'd laugh and silently congratulate Jenna for her clever riposte.
	Jenna may be the Keeper, and may have been greatly changed by the knowledge that Spyder had imparted to her, but the petty, petulant girl Tarrin remembered from his childhood peeked through from time to time.
	The sun was just about to set in the west, and Tarrin had been told that they'd be landing in Amazar just a few hours after staring out tomorrow.  They were planning on leaving a couple of hours before dawn--there would be no danger of accidentally hitting anything out over the ocean--and arrive at the island of Amazar just after dawn.  They were actually only a few hours away, but the ship had landed and anchored at night as a safety measure, to keep it from accidentally ramming into something, to prevent them from drifting off course, and give the Sorcerers who had been powering the ship's flying device with magic the chance for a night's uninterrupted rest.  Besides, it would be generally pointless to show up in the middle of the night, as there would be nobody there to greet them and perhaps touch off a hostile response when half-awake Amazon sentries saw the galleon land in the water and float towards the islands.  They'd probably mistake them for Zakkite raiders in the darkness, and nobody touched off the Amazons like that.  They were much like the Ungardt were back home; highly respected and somewhat feared because of their size and their formidable martial ability.
	They'd be landing a little after sunset, when they got far enough away from the coast of Kypernius that boats and ships couldn't sail out to find the flying ship.  The darkness would prevent that, as there were many reefs and shoals around the Shaullow coast of Kypernius to make sailing around at night a very dangerous proposition.  Tarrin watched it all from the rail with detached interest, for his attention was focused more on Dommamon, the White Moon.  It was full for the first time this month tonight, and would remain more or less so for about four days.  The moons sung to Were-kin in ways that most humans would never understand, a powerful image and presence that kindled their animal instincts, brought them more in touch with their animal halves without the usual dichotomy and warfare that usually ensued between the animal and the Human.  But the White Moon had the strongest effect, probably because of its size and its clarity; of all four moons, the surface of Dommamon was clear and sharp, easily visible with its patchwork of light and dark areas.  The Twin Moons, Duva and Kava, were kind of blurry, and their appearances seemed to change randomly, murky streaks of grey and blue that tended to move around in unpredictable patterns.  The Red Moon Vala was a featureless red disc, a uniform color from one side to the other, aside from what was called Eagle's Point, a slightly darker pinprick of coloration on the moon that only those with very sharp eyes could discern.  Dommamon was fully up over the horizon now, rising in the northeast this day--it tended to wander all over the eastern horizon when it rose, sometimes rising after sunset, sometimes before, and sometimes faintly visible in the middle of the day.  The other three moons had yet to rise, but they woudln't be anywhere near as bright.  Vala was in its waxing half phase, and the Twin Moons were in their waning quarter.  All three would rise within a half hour of one another about two hours after sunset.  It had been six months since the conjunction, when all four moons had aligned, and the short months since then hadn't allowed the moons to drift too far apart from one another quite yet.
	The others seemed content to leave him alone.  Tarrin silently suspected that they thought he was acting a little too weird, and maybe it was a good idea to give him a wide berth.  In a way, he guessed he was, and it was infuriating, but he just couldn't help himself.  He stood there while the ship landed quite some distance from shore well after sunset, staring up at the blazing white moon and letting it sing to him, communing with the power that lurked within it in a time-honored tradition that every Were-kin, no matter what type, observed to one degree or another with every full moon.  The moons were the one true force that bound the Were-kin together, for it was really the only thing that they all had in common.  He stood there for a while, probably much longer than he should have, until a second magnetic force seemed to intrude itself upon him.  It had the same feeling as the moon, but it was coming from behind him.  It took only a half a second to realize what it was.
	Miranda.  She sang to him the exact same way the moons did, and Tarrin was the only one who knew why.  She was an Avatar, a mortal who had been touched with the power of a god, a god who had instilled into the mortal special powers abilities in order to carry out a task.  Miranda had been seriously cheated when it came to that, for the god who had touched her, Kikkali, the Wikuni goddess of sailing, navigation, and the sky, had granted her only a quick mind and undying loyalty to Keritanima.  She had literally been created to be Keritanima's friend, a dependable woman who could be Keritanima's crying shoulder as much as her confidante and closest and most trusted advisor.  Miranda's mind was remarkably complex, and though she wasn't as smart as Keritanima, she had lurking within her an instinctive, probably god-given cunning and awareness of the subtle complexities of a situation that would allow her to see its heart and take care of it.  Miranda acted like an insufferably cute, utterly charming and seemingly completely harmless little flipskirt, but she was in actuality a sober, careful, methodical, and very patient schemer, always keeping her eyes open and luring the darkest secrets out of others with her disarming personality.  She wielded that disarming nature and her unbearable cuteness like a Troll's metal-shod club, smashing through the defenses of her opponents with them and plundering their chest of secrets bare for whatever information she desired.  Miranda was an exceptionally dangerous woman, and she was even more dangerous for the simple fact that nobody who did not have intimate knowledge of her would never believe her be as dangerous as she really was.
	None of the others knew she was an Avatar.  Triana probably did, but she'd never say, and the other Were-cats certainly knew that there was something unusual about her, for they could feel it in her as well.  Not even Keritanima knew, and for absolute certain, Miranda herself had no idea what she was.  And Tarrin would never tell her, because the Goddess had specifically instructed him to never tell anyone.  Not his mate, not his daughters, not his mother, not even his sisters.  Not even Keritanima.  It was one of the very few secrets he had, a secret so secret that not a single soul outside of him knew--at least for certain--and he was sworn to absolute silence.  He wasn't quite sure why, but that wasn't something upon which he ever dwelled.  He was told to keep his mouth shut, and since he'd obey the person who told him, that was that.  He didn't have to understand it, he just had to do it.
	There was a rather unusual and special relationship that existed between the two of them.  They were the best of friends; Miranda was probably his best friend outside of his sisters.  They never judged each other, they never argued over stupid little things, and oftentimes they were both perfectly content to let hours pass in complete silence.  They didn't need to talk to enjoy each other's company.  In reality, Miranda tended to be a quiet person, and when she was with Tarrin, she knew she could indulge her preference for quiet without having him try to fill up the void with inane conversation.  She got enough vapid chatter from the marks upon which she preyed when she was hunting for information, she didn't need even more of it when she was trying to relax and get away from things like that.  Miranda had a soothing effect on him because of the fact that she was the Avatar of a goddess of the moons, and Tarrin often served to keep her company when Keritanima was busy with other things, reminding her that at least to him, she was worth being around.
	Keritanima did tend to take Miranda for granted sometimes, now that he thought about it.  It was never to the degree that it was happening now, but it had been there before.  Tarrin hoped that Miranda's attempts to voice her displeasure would ram that simple fact home.
	She stood by the rail with him for long moments, without either of them talking.  Her scent seemed sedate.  She wasn't upset or irritated.  Perhaps she was just wandering around and decided to come visit him, or perhaps someone had sent her to fetch him.
	"Well," she finally broke the silence, putting her elbows on the rail and leaning onto her hands.
	Tarrit put his paws, four times bigger than her hands, on the rail and leaned well down on them to get their heads closer.  "Well what?"
	"Nothing," she said with a faint smile, glancing up at him.  "Out here for a reason, or just trying to be anti-social again?"
	Tarrin chuckled ruefully.  "Maybe I should be."
	"Now I know where to bring you whenever I have really bad news.  Just a mile or so that way," she said, pointing straight up.
	"I guess the height gets to me."
	"I just know how you feel about flying," she smiled.  "It makes me a little giddy too.  It's like you can do anything in the world, and the stars are almost close enough to touch."  She patted the back of his paw.  "And for you, that would be a very powerful feeling.  The more free you feel, the happier you are.  Quite the change from the dour sourpuss I remember from two years ago."
	"I guess we all change, Miranda," he said with a gentle smile.  "Even me."
	"Gods, I hope I don't," she said with a huff.  "After seeing Kerri in the throes of wedded bliss, I'm about ready to enter a convent."
	Tarrin chuckled.  "They have convents in Wikuna?" he asked.  "Not all orders have them over here.  Karas does, and monastaries too, but I think he's about the only one."
	"Melthis does.  He's the Wikuni god of science and technology."
	"The Wikuni have a god of technology?" he asked in surprise.  "That sounds almost like a paradox.  A god has control over something that might replace the god someday."
	"I see you read that book that Kerri gave you," she smiled.
	"A long time ago," he replied.  "It was rather interesting."
	"Well, I think that as long as the people don't forget the god, it doesn't matter how much we figure out how to do with technology.  There's this one lunatic in the Ministry of Science who is absolutely convinced he can build a flying machine.  No magic," she told him.  "It's supposed to fly all by itself."
	"I guess it's possible," Tarrin shrugged.  "After seeing that steam engine that Donovan built, I'd say that there are ways to build machines that can do all sorts of things we'd never think that machines could do."
	"If you met this one, you'd agree when I call him a lunatic, Tarrin," she told him.
	"People think Phandebrass is stark raving mad, Miranda."
	That brought her up short, and then she laughed ruefully.  "Touch," she said in a teasing tone.
	"What?"
	"It's a Shacan word.  Musketeers shout it out whenever they score a hit on their opponent."
	"Weird."
	"That about fairly describes the Shacans," she winked.
	"Don't let Haley hear you say that.  He'll challenge you to a duel.  He's very taken with them."
	"Oh yes, that handsome Were-wolf," she said in a challenging kind of voice, putting a finger to the side of her little muzzle as she took on a speculative look.  "I wonder if he likes Wikuni."
	"You could always ask."
	"I'll bet he's an absolute heartstealer in his hybrid form.  At least to a Wikuni," she continued to speculate.
	"He may not be interested," he told her.  "I think he has his eyes elsewhere."
	"Oh, yes, Dolanna," she said brusquely.  "I think I could fix that."
	"How did you know about that?" he asked in surprise.
	"Tarrin, I watch people.  Anyone with half a brain would know exactly how Haley feels about Dolanna by watching him around her for five minutes.  She certainly fills his sails with wind, that's for sure.  It's as obvoius as a bolt of lightning in the night sky."
	"I guess others aren't as observant as you, Miranda."
	"Phaugh," she snorted.  "They're either too distracted by spouses or too busy watching you act like a babbling toddler."
	Tarrin grimaced.  "Well, I guess it is true."
	"I'll bet you have a plan to stop any kind of teasing once we get to Amazar," she said with an insufferably cute, cheeky little grin.
	"You know me too well, my friend," he said in a dry, dusty kind of voice that just bordered on sounding ominous.
	"Well, surprise me," she winked.  "I may need a laugh right about then."
	"I'll do that."
	She was silent a while.  "Too bad about Haley," she remarked.  "Dolanna likes him, but she'll probably never feel that way about him.  Add that to the fact that he's a Were-wolf, and you have the recipe for one of those abundantly morose and heartbreaking Torian tragedies."
	"I think Haley knows the realities of it, Miranda," he told her.
	"Maybe I could distract him," she said, licking her chops, as the texture of her scent changed in a very subtle manner, a physical reflection of a shift of mood.  "He is cute."
	"Feeling predatory, old friend?" Tarrin smiled.
	"A little," she admitted, unconsciously smoothing her skirts.  "I wonder what he looks like."
	He knew exactly what she meant.  "Noticably taller than when he looks human," he told her.  "He has a strong muzzle and dark grey fur, with a patch of white under his chin.  He looks very wild and very intimidating."
	"One of those rugged types," she mused.
	"He'd also be about five times stronger than the average Wikuni," he warned her, "and he might accidentally break you in half if you two tried it."
	"You had to go and ruin it," she said accusingly.
	"Just reminding you of a nasty reality, Miranda," he told her.  "Were-cats aren't the only ones who have that kind of strength.  Most Were-kin do, but only in their hybrid forms.  He'd be strictly 'look but don't touch' when he's in hybrid form."
	"Ah well, it was an idea," she said with a shameless smile.  "Oh, here, this is for you," she said, reaching under her wide stomacher belt, withdrawing a small piece of white silk.
	"What is it?" Tarrin asked, taking it from her.
	"It's a handkerchief," she answered.  "I got bored, so I embroidered your name in it.  Right here, see?" she said, pointing.
	Tarrin laughed.  "You embroidered it in Wikuni script, Miranda!" he told her.
	"So?  You can still read it, can't you?" she countered with a cheeky smile.
	He laughed.  "You're terrible," he accused with complete insincerity, carefully tucking the handkerchief under the thin leather belt around his waist.
	"A girl has to keep her reputation," she said airily, then slapped him playfully on the arm.
	Just about the only one that really liked Tarrin in his strange mood was Jesmind.  His sense of freedom made him a bit friskier than usual, and Jesmind was never one to frown on that kind of behavior out of her mate.  Besides, she rather enjoyed seeing him happy.  Jesmind was usually very sensitive to her mate, and often quietly complained to him that he should try to loosen up and be more relaxed.  She knew, like anyone that knew Tarrin knew, that nagging him or trying to change him was a very dangerous proposition.  But Jesmind was determined about it, and approached the situation much like Kimmie had always approached Mist; carefully, calmly, methodically, and ready to turn tail and bolt at the first sign of danger.  It was rather strange to see Jesmind act so logically and calmly, for logic and restraint were certainly not her strong suits.  But despite her irrational, emotional personality, she was actually quite an intelligent woman.  She just suffered from the Were-cat curse of being overly ruled by her instincts and emotions.  She had demonstrated many times in the past that where Tarrin was concerned, she was capable of defying her Were mentality and acting with almost human calm and reason.
	After he came in for the night, Jesmind was more than happy to nuzzle for a while, and they talked about Amazar a while before going to bed.  Neither really knew what to expect, mainly because Camara Tal never talked about her homeland.  The reason for that was as close as the massive Mahuut Knight, Azakar.  He had been a slave, and heatedly disapproved of slavery in any form or manner.  Despite the fact that Amazon men weren't actually slaves, the simple fact that they were owned, bought and sold like property, infuriated the usually laid-back Knight.  Tarrin knew that going to Amazar had to be the ultimate test for him, having to face that which he hated and despised the most, and it explained the utter silence that had greeted anyone who had tried to talk to him since they got onboard the ship.  Because Camara Tal had never talked about her homeland in deference to keeping the peace within the group, it left them with a hole of sorts.  Tarrin knew and understood most of their customs when dealing with a single Amazon, and had a good idea of how their society worked from his many talks with Camara Tal, but had no one really had a solid idea of what would greet them when the ship pulled up to the dock at Amazar.  If there was a dock.
	But serious thinking wasn't really on either of their minds, so that didn't last very long.
	By the time they woke up, the ship was again in the air.  This surprised Tarrin, for both of them were very light sleepers, and the slightest shift of the ship usually was enough to wake them up.  They had slept through the ship's ascent, but the feeling in his stomach told him that the ship was descending, and the light pouring in through the single small window in their cabin told him that the ship was probably preparing to land and dock at Amazar.
	Dressing quickly, Tarrin rushed out onto deck and found everyone else there, all of them looking down with great interest.  Tarrin did so himself, accepting Sarraya's miniscule weight as she landed on his shoulder, and found himself staring down on a rather large town sitting by a trio of heavy stone quays, resting some distance across a flat forested plain leading up to the slopes of a small, steep-sided mountain that had a very thin plume of smoke wafting from its crown.  A volcano.  Camara Tal had never mentioned that Amazar was a volcanic island.  A glance past the volcano showed him that there were two more of them of about the same height behind the first, three peaks that marched across the island's center like a spine.  The town itself was both neat and orderly and somewhat rough-looking, he noticed.  The quays were filled with many small ships, and more were already leaving them, moving out into the open water.  They looked like fishing boats, but a few sleek two-masted ships with narrow beams were moored to the left quay.  Those were rakers, small, sleek, very fast and highly maneuverable ships used as interceptors and pirate chasers by many kingdoms.  Even the Wikuni used them, so that was saying something about their capabilities.  Most of the buildings were made of of a strange beige substance that looked suspiciously like plant leaves, and they had a great many of what looked like unwalled frames, with only a roof.  Then again, in the heat of the tropical island, open-aired areas with a roof to protect against the plentiful rains would only be smart.  There were some stone buildings, as well as quite a few timber log buildings, all of them covered with roofs of a grayish stone, cut into tiles.  Probably slate.  Some of those unwalled roofed frames were also that gray stone, but many of them were simple thatch.  Tarrin could see even from that distance that every building had many large windows in it.  Devices to help air circulate within the buildings, he reasoned.  This was a hot climate, and was plenty muggy.  Air trapped inside a building would quickly become unbearably hot and stiflingly sticky.
	Tarrin saw the layout of the buildings quickly, and realized that a dwelling was not one building, but a compound of several small buildings laid out around a central garden or small pond, the entirety of which often surrounded by a fence that ran between the buildings.  The poorest dwellings were only two buildings and maybe a small shelter in the center of a modest garden, while the richest were huge complexes of upwards of twenty buildings encircling a huge colorful garden which often held a pond within, with many of those roofed shelters scattered throughout it.  Again, only smart.  Small buildings would be easier to cool than large ones, and the layout maximized open air, which would feel cooler than air trapped within the buildings.  Tarrin could see that the Amazons were completely adapted for living in their hot tropical climate.
	And it was hot.  Tarrin often had no inkling of temperature, because he was immune to heat and his Were nature made him extremely resistant to cold.  To him, air superheated by a pool of magma wasn't much different from the wind blowing across a meadow.  He could feel the heat, but it meant nothing to him, and because of that he often forgot to even consider temperature.  The four Knights with them had started out in their armor, but they weren't wearing it now.  Even now, so soon after dawn, it was noticably warm.  If they wore their armor, they'd all die of heat stroke before they put a foot on Amazon soil.  They were all wearing shirts or doublets--and a surcoat, in Darvon's case--with their swordbelts over them to ensure they had at least the weapons to protect the Sorcerers.
	"At least  Triana taught us all Amazon already," Kimmie mused.  "Imagine dealing with that dizziness combined with the movement of the ship?  We'd all be airsick."
	"Amazar would declare war on us," Keritanima chuckled.  "For dropping all sorts of unpleasant things on them if nothing else."
	"There is Camara Tal," Allia said quickly, pointing towards the town.  "She just left that large stone building on the top of rise.  Koran Tal is with her, as well as four others."
	Tarrin leaned over the ship's rail and peered down, following Allia's pointing finger.  That was definitely her.  She was so heavy she looked ready to give birth at any moment, wearing a large smock-like garment in place of her usual haltar, but still wore her tripa skirt.  She was being attended by Koran Tal, who curiously enough stood one pace behind her, and remained that one pace back as they walked.  There was another woman and another man with her, and though Tarrin couldn't make out any subtle facial features from that distance, he had the impression that those two strangers were in some way related to Camara Tal.
	"She looks like a beached whale," Dar chuckled.
	"She'll kill you when she finds out you said that," Sarraya said challengingly.
	"Who's going to tell her?" Dar scoffed.
	"Oh, I can think of someone, unless you do something very nice for her," she teased with an evil little smile from Tarrin's shoulder.
	"Then I guess Camara Tal's going to find out who cut the holes in her haltar," Dar retorted instantly.
	"Holes?" Jesmind asked curiously, which produced almost uncontrollable giggling from Keritanima.
	"Someone cut two small holes in Camara Tal's haltar, back when we were all on the Dancer," he answered.  "You can guess where those two holes were."
	"She had just about everything else hanging out of it anyway, so why not just go ahead and showcase exactly what interests men the most?" Sarraya shrugged.
	Jesmind gave Tarrin a quizzical look, then burst into laughter, as did several others who had heard it.
	"That haltar may come in handy once the baby's born," Kimmie observed dryly.
	"Maybe she could sew little flaps on it," Sarraya agreed with a naughty grin.
	"It seems we are attracting a great deal of attention," Allia told them, still looking down.  "The Amazons are starting to leave their dwellings and move towards those docks."
	"You don't see a flying ship everyday," Jenna said.
	"If you live in Zakkar you do," Auli replied with a smile.
	Jenna fixed the Sha'Kar with a dark stare, but was met with a flippant expression that was probably calculated to make the Keeper even more antagonized.
	The ship slowed in its forward movement and then started descending, making almost everyone scramble to grab hold of something.  It was a reflex action to the lightening feeling in their stomachs, a sensation that they were out of control in some manner.  After that came the feeling that they were very heavy, as the ship slowed in its downward movement, then the slight jar as the keel once again submerged into water.  The ship was some distance from the docks of Amazar, and immediately the sparse crew started preparing the vessel for docking as the ship was propelled forward purely by means of the device that allowed it to fly.  They had lowered their sails for that first day, probably to look grand and majestic in the air, but since then the sails had been and had remained furled.
	Alexis came up on deck with Ianelle as the ship started slowing, preparing to toss out lines to be tied down by haltar-clad women waiting on the dock, behind which began to gather a large crowd.  "Remember, the crew can't leave the ship," she said to Ianelle sharply.  "If they set foot off this ship, they're going to be staying here.  And warn them that the Amazons are going to try to lure them off the ship.  The special exemption we got from the High Queen only applies to the ship itself."
	"They have already been instructed," the Sha'Kar said in her unflustered manner.  "At least the men."
	Tarrin glanced at Azakar, whose expression had turned pinched and dark, his grip on his huge broadsword tightening, but he said nothing.  That was important.  Azakar couldn't have a moralistic fit, or the Amazons would kill him.
	"Alright, remember, everyone, this is a different culture," Alexis said loudly as she approached.  "Men, you're going to be the temporary property of your wives while we're here."
	"Temporary?" Keritanima said challengingly, giving Rallix a teasing smile.
	"Yes, well, that's an issue between you two now, isn't it?" Alexis said dryly, then she continued.  "The Knights are going to be more or less on loan to Camara Tal while you're here.  The Amazons don't expect you to know their customs, but on the other hand, they're not that famliar with yours, so just use a little caution when you're speaking to Amazons you don't know.  Amazons don't offend easily, but they do tend to take whatever you say as what you mean, so be careful using expressions or sayings or such.  Try to be literal at all times."
	"That's all?" Darvon asked.  "No other warnings or anything we should know?"
	"You know Camara Tal, my Lord General," she answered.  "Just treat all the other Amazons like you do her, and you'll do fine.  They're very tolerant of those who don't know their customs.  Just remember that every Amazon you meet will be arrogant and brash, and treat them like at least you pretend they're that much and a pinch of salt besides."
	"What does that mean?" Keritanima asked Tarrin curiously.
	"That they're all the rope in the rigging," Tarrin translated into a Wikuni idiom.
	"Oh."
	The sailors tossed out lines to youngish looking Amazon women at the docks, who quickly and expertly tied them off and allowed the ship's crew to haul in the lines, which pulled the ship up close to the dock.  Two others lowered the gangplank quickly as the Amazon observers approached the ship, with the very pregnant Camara Tal, Koran Tal, and the two others accompanying them leading.  Now that they were closer, those two looked to be relatives of Camara Tal, for there were some facial features that were similar to her.  They had to be parents or uncles or some other older relative, for both had gray in their hair and a few wrinkles on their faces to denote their age.  That was about the only thing that did, for both moved with a spry lightness that belied the age their faces advertised.  The woman wore a tripa skirt and a half-shirt of sorts with sleeves that ended at her elbows, and a hem that stopped just below her breasts.  The man was wearing a simple black leather vest, not much unlike the one that Tarrin favored, and strangely enough, a knee-length skirt or something that looked to be wrapped around his waist, held in place by a wide leather belt with a large gold or bronze buckle that had a sword and an axe crossed etched into it.  It was made of a simple red cloth, and Tarrin racked his brain to remember what they were called.  Binter and Sisska wore something like that.  What did they call them....  Kilts?
	Jenna and Alexis were the first two on the gangplank, and they both curtsied lightly to the older woman after Camara Tal said something to them in hushed tones.  Tarrin picked up Jasana so she could see over everyone, see what was going on, and the group filed in to take their turn walking down the narrow gangplank and onto Amazon soil.
	Few of the visitors attracted as much attention as the Were-cats, and surprisingly, Azakar.  Azakar alighted before Tarrin, and he saw almost every Amazon female suddenly lock her eyes on him, and follow his every movement.  Their eyes stayed on him until Tarrin stepped onto the gangplank and padded down the narrow glorified board, then put his feet on the stone of the quay.  They all stared at him in surprise, this insanely tall non-human creature (though not as tall as the dark-skinned man) who was powerful and regal and radiated his power like the wearing of the finest cloak.  They watched as he set down his daughter, they watched as Kimmie, Jesmind, Jula, and Triana joined hi