Mahalia smiles and nods. She closes her eyes for a moment to pull up her own experiences of the ocean, the summer she'd spent with her half-sister's people. When she can almost feel the waves lapping against her legs again, she opens her eyes, checking that Xion seems ready before she counts out the short one, two, three; one hand still holding Xion's as she crouches down to plunge the other into the sand.

The change is not immediate, but Mahalia feels it as slowly the sand around her hand shifts, becoming liquid. She smiles, but holds onto her memories, doesn't want to be distracted before it's finished. The transformation speeds up as it spreads outwards, water spreading out and away from the girls, further and further, until they are stood at the shore of an ocean, white sand under their feet and soft surf lapping at their toes.