[SE] we counted galaxies

Amalia The mischief and mayhem is an act of exuberant triumph; the girl's large form does indeed make a splash, waves thrown up before crashing down, dousing the beast in salt and sea. And in the midst of it all the pink dolphin chatters merrily, clearly delighting in her devilry and success, grinning toothily and exhaling water from her crown. She makes a quick circle around Deimos, coming to float before him as he expresses his lack of faith in her need for teaching. Which, of course, is nonsense. With a series of clicks that translate vaguely to rebuttal Amalia flips onto her back, her belly exposed in mock helplessness, flippers slapping at the surface of the water to imitate a drowning figure. A comical picture all around, anyone might think, the cetacean pantomime of human flailing. Help! I'm sinking! her mental voice cries, amusement and teasing clearly belying any idea that there's real danger to be found in this vignette, her happiness as bright as the sun in the sky. reach for the stars: but child, first recognize the constellations of light you already carry inside you