Additionally, the Maoloaiya have learned to pay great attention to the changing weather patterns of their surroundings, learning the "moods" of certain regions of the ocean to better ascertain their position. On top of the aspects of celestial navigation inherent to whetu mohio, so-called "piloting" also plays a roll in the art, relying on recognizing geographical markers accurately to determine one's position. On top of the Iron Belt, the Gastropnir Glacier, the Walls of the Spiral Sea, and the many islands of the Ocean Belt, there are far more subtle and ephemeral types of markers recognized by the Maoloaiya, which have allowed them to accurately navigate hundreds of thousands of kilometers of the Corsic Ocean and Trans-Glaciatic Sea.
Safitti picked something out of the water and eyed it carefully. She rose up in excitement, proclaiming: "Soon, we will reach land! The island of Gehsi lies just beyond the horizon!" To this, the draped man made a sort of snuffing sound. "How do you know this? You have no tools or maps! And those precious stars of yours are still a few hours away. Can you smell it or something like that?" Considering he had come to learn from Safitti's people, the draped man seemed grumpy and impatient a lot of the time, and always there was disapproval in his eyes. But Safitti had no cause to worry about that too much; she just felt a bit sorry that he was not having a great time by the looks of it. "Ah, something like that I think!" she said brightly, tipping her nose. "The ocean is different around different islands, and it carries many clues. Look at this!" She held up the treasure she had picked up out of the water. "It's a piece of driftwood," the draped man said unimpressed. "Yes, from Gehsi. See the patterns in the wood and its texture? It's from a Ghesi Nikau. The palm trees on different islands are rarely quite the same," Safitti explained. "Nor is the weather. It has rained twice in the past few days, and this is very typical of Ghesi. And lastly, can you see those green birds in the sky? They live on Ghesi during this time of the year. We are quite close to our next stop." The draped man scratched something into the little, leather-bound rectangle he was so very attached to. "Fascinating." Though his tone hardly mirrored his choice of words.