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That didn't phase her. She wished he would open up, but it wasn't as though he knew her. And Angel knew that she often wanted time with her thoughts before they ever saw the light of day. If they ever saw the light of day. Perhaps some small part of her did think him bratty — but he was a child, and that was what children were like.

Angel blinked in surprise, and looked out at the water with new eyes, trying to see it differently. It had been one of the very first things she laid eyes on, though, and she couldn't imagine it not being part of her.

"It's big, huh?" she said, only able to guess at what Ludo might think of it. She stepped forward, shooting him an inviting smile as she did. "I was born right next to it, and I lived there my whole life until Moontide dissolved, and we went to live at Moonglow."

Those memories were hard for her.

"I couldn't sleep at first," she told him. "The ocean — even being just beside it — is a full-body experience. It was strange not to hear the waves, or feel them crashing against the beach, or smell it on the breeze." Almost like losing a dear friend, but she didn't think he'd care to hear that, and she didn't think the idea would benefit him, either. "We should go look at it closer," she said.