Once you've disposed of a focus, how do you get another one?
We all decide what the next object should be, and the first person who finds a suitable one is the next focus holder.
What if more than one person finds it?
When that happens, it makes the hunt all the more interesting! But that's very rare. There's a code we use, easy to slip into ship-to-ship messages, that tells us when the hunt begins again.
And what do you do, in all the time that the Rays are looking for you?
I try not to be found. The prupose of the hunt is to be fun as well as reflective, and it wouldn't be as enjoyable if the focus were too easy to find. That's why there's always someone who guards it.
And that's all you do? Just keep this little thing hidden, and avoid the Rays?
Well, I don't avoid them. That would be suspicious. I just don't tell them I have it when I meet them. And no, that's not all I do. While the hunt is going on I'm also gathering information. I listen to others I know of as Ocean Friends, especially those who aren't Rays because of their responsibilities. I have to represent them at the ceremony following the hunt, so I make sure to keep a record of what they've been doing. It helps keep friends connected who might otherwise not get to meet. Also, since I have the focus--the symbol of flawed thoughts--I collect those thoughts. I'm listening for how other Tideriders speak about the ocean. Those thoughts go into the chants, and giving the focus to the ocean is like releasing those thoughts.
Oh! And that's another reason you don't want anyone to know who you are.
Yes, it's not just the Rays. If others know I'm listening, they would be more careful about what they say, and it's important that what I share is true. So if you wouldn't mind waiting about three months before publishing, this hunt should be over by then.
I'll do that. This has been an amazing experience. Thanks so much for talking to me.
And thank you for helping me find this. I'm sure I could have found another, but I wouldn't like to risk not having the focus when the hunt ends.
Good luck on the hunt. End recording.
Wait! They'd lost it? I love the way you wove these together!
Yup, it got accidentally dropped! I guess the cord it was tied to snapped or something. Really, I was trying to figure out how my narrator would get into the situation of spontaneously interviewing someone she'd only just met. It occurred to me she must have been outside and seen this person frantically searching the ground. Naturally she volunteered to help, and when told to look for a broken piece of bent metal, she had to know the story behind it.
Love it!