She's all alone on the island today - the island that momma says is safe, but, she's taking a heck of a long time to.... do whatever she was doing. Meet whomever. Kyvi doesn't really care, her mind is simply filled with the ocean's salty scent, the tropical bird feathers from those learning to fly shedding them for bigger ones, crazy coloured flowers with momma explicitly said were poisonous and touching it will make her hurt.

That's not a problem. She's far more interested in the sea. Kylin said she couldn't go there on her own either, so, that's exactly what the glittering, finned amethyst girl is going to investigate. The ocean's waves pull her in with a hypnotizing movement, back and forth, back and forth, slowly creeping up the island, together trying to overcome the sand - and then retreating, the sea is tired then. She's watched for maybe an hour, but now that it is indeed coming up towards the shoreline again, she recognizes the pattern. Bored with the endlessness of that, she trots to the waterline. There's something else she wants. She wants to touch it. It wouldn't be so much different from the pond water, right? She still wonders what her lavender-cream mother worries about. She has the fins (okay, stubs really, but they're growing), so she should be able to swim too. What's so dangerous about it?