"Well, well, well,” Aonung went to the beach with his giggle friends; a cunning smile played on his sunlit face. "Who is it here? Are you learning to swim, Neteyam, or did you just decide to drown yourself?"

Aonung sat down on the light and warm sand, moist from small sea tides, and scooped a little crystal clear water with his large palm. His gaze scanned the floating Neteyam, shamelessly studying every part of his body.

"Need help? I don't think you're doing well," Aonung chuckled.