Firefly Glen young folks

the sea! while a younger maggak thought it to be stinky and boring, the idea of it appealed to her much more now. we'll go to a beach, she suggests, tail swinging up and into a wide waving flag of white. i think i remember there being a forest near moontide. and like, cliffs n' stuff. but there's gotta be more beaches other than moontide, right?
she was merely thinking aloud now. they were both rather naive even in teenagedom, oblivious to the landscape beyond tales others took with them to the moonvillages; but this did not discourage the eager girl as her brows knit together inquisitively. we'll figure it out, i think. i know the coast is north from here, so maybe we just keep going north until we find it?