Ocean's Breath Plateau silu

Droplets arced through the chilly air and peppered Matteo's face, who shivered briskly and feathered his tail in response to the boy's greeting.

By the wide grin on his face, he seemed to have been enjoying flitting about the waves; the inky boy felt pretty bad for interrupting him now he seemed to be getting cold. But his excitement was infectious and almost made him want to give it a go himself.

He was about to clarify what exactly was meant by sea glass - was it a type of crab? - when a voice from behind revealed a a man. He was large and white, almost a bigger version of the sea boy except for the scars in contrast to pale fur.

Different, not weird, he reminded himself, glancing to the boy as the man addressed him in a language Matteo did not recognise, and left just as quickly as he had come. What was that all about?