It was a sunny day on the coast of Metkayina. The sky was a beautiful shade of cerulean, with just the faintest hint of white puffy clouds drifting lazily across it. The sea sparkled in the sunlight, its dark blue depths dotted with schools of colorful fish. In the distance, the mountain range rose up like a wall of obsidian against the clear blue of the sky.

In the heart of the village, Tsireya sat by a waterfall, the soothing sound of the water falling over the rocks filling her ears. She was sketching in a small notebook, her eyes flicking up from time to time to look at the colorful corals and seaweeds that grew along the shore.