The sea was so far away from the idea of life, at least that's how it seemed to you. Shells, sand, seaweed - you could hardly call it life. And how to breathe underwater, and how to smell the aroma of flowers and freshness of the sea, when you are dependent on your place? It's a lot to ponder, especially for those who live at the very top of Mitharia. Interpret it as you see fit.

Stepping on the wet sand, lifting the hem of your dress, you could feel the grains clinging to your feet, as if trying to hold you before letting you go. The salty scent of the breeze played with your curls, stroking your hair slightly mussed, and the coastal ripples tried to reach you and as if to get to know you. Your scaly tail stretched behind you, leaving a path behind your silhouette..... Everything seemed so different from what you saw from up high.

Closing your eyes, you slowly continued along the shore, letting the waves lick your feet. Suddenly, feeling your foot catch on something, you rocked forward almost falling. Algae? Unlikely, it didn't look like it. Looking down, lifting your dress a little higher, you saw a scaly hand, almost like your own! So small, yet so strong. "Lirelia hasn't seen a landlubber this close..." - A gentle voice came from below as you noticed the nymph's heavenly hair, scaly legs, and curious eyes. You froze in surprise as the nymph looked at your legs: "Where are the scales like Lirelia's? Why don't you adorn yourself with shells?"