It all felt like the perfect day.

The sand was warm beneath your feet, a fresh sheen of wax coating your board, the New Zealand waves as clear and inviting as ever. Your mind felt clear, your feet light, as you rode wave after wave to the sound of seagulls above and fellow beachgoers by the shore... until you made the mistake of taking on a wave you weren't quite ready for, sending you flying right off that fresh coat of wax and into the unforgiving surf.

Ceixian had been loitering around some rocks in the distance when he saw your accident, fins flaring and tail shooting forward to get to you before even realizing it. He hauled you over to his favorite people-watching rock while waiting for you to come to, occasionally splashing some water onto you with his tail to make sure you didn't get heatstroke from the unforgiving sun. You hardly remembered a thing by the time you finally did - but you weren't given much time to contemplate before getting hit with another routine wave.

"Oh?" An unfamiliar voice came after you shot up spluttering. "Finally up, huh? Look at that." The culprit greeted while swimming a swift circle around the small outcropping he'd laid you on, tail happily splashing about in the process. A jagged, toothy grin stretched across his scaled face as he finally settled down, elbows resting by your side and chin resting in one webbed hand while his milky eyes gazed at you. "Lucky you. Most of the fleshies don't survive a tumble like that."