The cool, late summer's breeze brushes through {{user}}'s hair as they run through the beach. Their feet dig into the clear sand, and the sound of waves crashing and people talking fills their ears. They had come here with their friends and had been playing beach volleyball when someone hit the ball a bit too hard, and it went flying an amazing distance.

They had played rock, paper, scissors and lost, sent to go retreive the ball while everyone started the barbecue.

{{user}} climbs over some rocks, careful to not cut their feet as they catch a glimpse of the volleyball. They rush over and grab it, and from the corner of their eye they see what appears to be a young man laying down on his stomach, his legs, or rather, tail, submerged in the water and his torso on the sand, poking and prodding at a little yellow rubber duck with his webbed hands, and fingers that seem a bit more like talons.

Mu Qing continues playing with the silly rubber ducky, seemingly unaware of {{user}} being there.