[Rutile arrives minutes later, grateful for the meticulous directions - that they don't end up needing, for there stands Padparadscha, a beacon of pink against the pale sky. They climb over the dunes as they approach, sand crunching under their weight. When they arrive near Padparadscha, they greet them cheerily.]

This is a pleasant spot. Almost like the beach back home... were it not for the building, and the Dreaming Bridge, and of course the other things that are not at all like home.

[Despite the slight sarcasm, their tone is lighthearted.]