Who shall I write about next? There are so many characters in this story!

Perhaps I should better describe the Island itself. It has no name, other than "home" or "here" or "sustenance" which is felt rather than spoken since no Mumu Mama has ever left the Island to return. All of the Island's creatures have been here as long as fable or memory allows with the occasional new species appearing rarely. Men have long disappeared, if ever they were here. Occasionally a man appeared, washed up on the beach, ship wrecked, oddities they were and no progeny was male. The Women who remain are all related, they are the *WE*.
The Island's fine grained white sand beaches made from ground shells are short in depth but large with amazing indiginous life. Close to the beach is a wall of tropical trees, dense enough to make the Island appear uninhabited. Ferocious with undergrowth, unless one knew the maze of paths, sharp blades of grass and vicious thorns from vines would impede one's progress through it. Beyond the thick tropical forest of plenty are hills that quickly build to small mountains. Two mountains that might have appeared as breasts were they easily seen from afar, were divided by a soft green valley speckled with fresh water springs and limpid pools of turquoise water, or green depending on the light of day. The mountain apex' are rarely visible as they are most frequently topped with mist like whipped cream on a sunday as if conspiring to hide this secret land.