The night was slowly drawing to a close. Princess Crystal, the njiwa colored party goer, could see that. She smiled to herself. It had been a wild night, centred at the huge party on the shimmering coast of Angel Island, where she and her Marafiki had gathered to unwind under the cooling moon. Music, conversation and party games had all been in full swing as soon as the sun began to set – but now, with only a few hours til dawn, many where quietly conversing au napping, with the occasional burst of energy (usually occurring from a suggestive au plainly stupid maoni and the chase/shouting...