Korrianne was promised through Wadandi Lore to Datton, but she was in love with a strong young hunter, Medinite.

She knew that soon she would have to leave, even though her korda, her heart, belonged to Medinite. Korrianne would walk to the beach, collecting wildflowers and coloured shells.

She would sit and weave some of them into her hair. Medinite would hide close by, whispering:

Korrianne, Korrianne noondung gnwirri, noondung meila djindaang, noondung morba yilgaati,

noondung marra kunyup, noondung djenna moodain. Gnwirri Korrianne-yal-gnwirri meenyte …

(Korrianne, Korrianne you are beautiful. Your eyes shine like stars, your skin is smooth, your hands are soft, your feet are strong. Beautiful Korrianne with the beautiful face) ….

 Soon Datton sent for Korrianne. She walked along the river, crying out loud. Medinite wayamut, wayamut korda minditj, Medinite nadjo wainadgi

(Medinite I'm sad, so sad, my heart is sick. Medinite, I will die).

Korrianne soon left and Medinite stopped eating. Sadly, he soon died. Korrianne, the beautiful, also gave up and let the Great Spirit – Wolghine – come and take her to Kurranup, where she still waits to be reunited with Medinite.

Here Korrianne sits looking out towards Kurranup – meeting place of the spirits of people who have passed – the horizon.

She sits weaving shells into her hair.….waiitng….kanya wiring kordadjanga kayogul ...waiting...for their hearts and souls to be united forever.