[SE] they don't have these at home

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone It’s one of those bright, but blustery days, the kind where when the wind stops blowing, the temperature climbs five to ten degrees in the sun, but the windchill can send a shiver down the unprotected spine. It doesn’t stop Lily, though. She dons another layer and then, just for funsies, shifts to her cat form and heads out of Haulana, for the Miana Pool. She’s heard of something called the L’ma and also that it was gone. The idea of tossing a stone in for luck, however, is a cute idea, and it’s still one of the few places the entertainer hasn’t visited that isn’t out at sea. Paws to sand and rock, the flame-licked cat scampers out to the Pool, the sea breeze blowing that dark red fur like a flame. One there, she shifts back and finds the perfect spot, staring out past the little pool to the sea. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye