The eagle was definitely watching the boy. A human, by the looks of it, and a young one, with paler skin than the settlers of his own culture. But a small human, nonetheless, who seemed to be inspecting some sort of wheeled vehicle.
Then, the boy spoke. It was not the language of any human Maui knew, and this definitely piqued his interest. Due to the gifts bestowed upon him by the Gods, Maui was able to decipher what he was saying, it was just like someone was holding his head under the water while he was trying to listen. It would get better, the more he heard it. He would get used to it, like any human language.
Well, sitting on a branch all day pretending to be a bird wasn't going to get him any answers. With no thought for whether or not it was going to scare the boy, the eagle swooped down towards him. Just as it looked like he might nosedive into the ground there was another flash of blue light as the bird was replaced by a man.
Maui was tall and broad, with his many tattoos on display as he stood before the boy in just a traditional flax skirt, wielding a large fish hook made out of carved bone. It was an intimidating look that was at odds with his casual tone of address.
"Oh yeah? Who's Stan?" he asked, twirling the fish hook and then leaning against it. The words felt strange and fuzzy in his mouth, but it just sounded like a New Zealand accent to anyone listening.