" It's as if the light changes color when Maraia and Madam Maya are together. I heard them singing this afternoon. Maraia's high-pitched voice, and Madam Maya's with deeper and looser tones. They sat on the floor with two brown and green pieces of fabric between them, which they had folded into the shape of small animals with bodies and heads. "We sing for the turtles," Maraia said. She must have told Madam Maya about the princesses Tinaicaboga and Raudalice, who were transformed into turtles when they were kidnapped by fishermen from a village on Kadavu. They found a way to escape, but they had to go on living as sea turtles in the bay off the island.
Maraia knew the song as well, the one the women in the princesses' village sing to them from the cliffs on the beach.

The women of Namuana are dressed for grief
They carry their holy clubs, decorated in strange patterns
Raudalice, come up and show yourself to us!
Tinaicaboga, come up and show yourself to us!

When the women sing, the giant turtles come up to the surface and listen. "

― Anne Østby , Pieces of Happiness: A Novel of Friendship, Hope and Chocolate