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She speaks that she has only been in the Sound’s territory once and that it was during the day. It is a shame, Kerberos thinks, everyone should see the glow of the seawater at least once in their lives. The Aok expects that to be the end of their conversation but he’s thrown for a loop when she asks if he’ll show her. He’s already turned away from the Grotto to face her, and his ears swivel back for a second before they cup forth to attention once more. “Yes,” Kerberos replies. It’s instinctual: that boyhood desire to appease, to be noticed kicks in. It’s not something he’s ever been able to grow out of: but neither has he precisely grown out of his reclusive tendencies, either. He doesn’t mind being left alone and the aftermath of Sos and Atka’s first battle when he’d sunk into what he calls his ‘darkest days’ he returned once more into his shell of seclusion. He moves towards her only because it is the way to the beach though he gives her a wide berth and gestures in the beach’s direction with his muzzle.

He leads the way and slows as he moves over the embankment of sand to where the rim of the sea and wet sand of the beach is bioluminescent. A pretty, neon blue that outshines even the stars. As it had the first time: it steals Kerberos’ breath as he admires it, settling upon his haunches in the dry sand. It is truly a divine work, this magic, he thinks. "I have yet to see beauty to top it." Truly, the sea was wondrous ( but he'd always known this ).