Arialla grinned back, amused by Henry's description of Torchline. "It's not the ocean that draws you, I imagine, but the beach is certainly nice, and you can't beat the weather."
Except during monsoon season, of course. But everywhere had its issues. Torchline had monsoons, Halo had winters, and the Grounds ... The Grounds had LongNight.
"It wouldn't make a terrible addition to Haulani," she added, speaking of the firling. "Though I imagine it could get out of hand ... It has to slow down sometime, doesn't it?"
Looking at their haul, Arialla considered. "I was planning to grab one or two really nice pieces and string them on the branches. Something like -- oh, this!"
She bent down to grab a large sea shell: faint mother-of-pearl iridescence on the inside, an appealing rusty stripe pattern on the back. Smiling, Arialla added, "I have some string to tie on ... Some sea glass would be nice, too, but I haven't found any yet."
please don't take my sunshine away
