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The beach: sand, water, sun, fish, surfing, blah, blah, blah. The only things that Ciúin really cared that were here was the water and the sun... and maybe the fish... if he ever saw any. Ciúin had been swimming in the ocean's waves for what felt like hours now, and had yet to see any fish. He sighed, dipping back underwater for another look around.

Underwater, he could hear screams and splashes, people scrambling out of the water. This was new. Just moments before, he was listening to sounds of fun above the water, not panic. Looking around, he could see the underside of something VERY large heading towards the docks. Curious, Ciúin popped his head above the water.

In the distance was a massive ship, waving a black flag with a skull and crossbones on it. "Pirates?" Ciúin tilted his head to the side. Wait, wasn't Val's mom a pirate?

Ciúin drug himself on to the beach as he saw small rowboats departing the larger ship. As many people were fleeing, he remained. He had nothing of value, so he wasn't worried about getting robbed and if they were the worse kind of pirates, he'd just dive back into the water. He'd bet anything that he was a better swimmer. But in any case, his curiosity got the best of him at the moment. His tail flopped on in the sand like a fish as his wings shook of the salt sea water and began basking in the warm sun. He'd wait here until he could gauge if this was indeed his friend's mother's ship or not.

A slight chuckle erupted as he thought what he might look like to those that'd never seen a spawn before, especially a spawn or Torekane's bloodline. "Sea monster!" they might yell. Good thing this beach was apparently well-frequented by spawn and other creatures, though.

A scaled hand raised up to shield Ciúin's eyes from the sun. He swore that one of the figures on one of the boats had just been waving to him. They were still such a distance off, however, that he wasn't too sure. But, in case they were someone he knew, he felt it rude if he didn't wave back. So, he raised his other hand and swung his arm slowly back and forth over his head. Hope that wasn't a sign for "shoot here" or anything.

As they neared, Ciúin could see the form of a familiar spawn. He stood, just to make sure, but there was no mistaking the heart-shaped gems on the girl. "Hello, Valerie!" he called, waving his hand a little more vigorously. "Hello, Miss Allura, ma'am." He added the last bit, not wanting to seem rude to Valerie's mom. When the boat came within wading distance, he strode out and helped a couple of the crew secure the little dingy. A flash of his sharp-toothed grin, greeted Val and Allura. He held out a hand, in case either one needed or just wanted help out of the boat and on to the warm, sandy beach.

Ciúin smiled awkwardly at Allura's compliment. He would never really consider himself a full-fledged gentlemen, he just tried to be polite. "Ah, yes, I did grow," Ciúin read Valerie's lips as she spoke rapidly. He'd become quite good, practicing on his sister [whenever she was actually home]. It was something that bothered the crud out of Bleez, since he would just stare at her with unblinking eyes are you spout out mile-long sentences in a few seconds.

Once Ciúin had helped Valerie out of the boat, he towered over her. He was as tall as an 18-year-old and built like an Olympic swimmer. All the food he ate definitely went to use: growing. "So, how have you been?" he decided to start the catching-up conversation with the most used question.

"I have been fine," Ciúin replied as he began to walk along the beach with Valerie in tow. He thought nothing of the fact that he was just in his swim shorts, but, hey, it was the beach, he was here to relax. A noticeable wince shot through him when she mentioned his sister, however. "I suppose she is fine." His tone was very flat as he didn't want to talk about her, obviously.

"What have you been up to, other than learning how to train pigeons?" Ciúin abruptly changed the subject, "Or does that take a lot of time to do?"

"Wow, that is a lot of stuff to be learning!" Ciúin exclaimed as Valerie spouted out everything she'd been up to. He hadn't really been up to anything nearly as exciting. "A sandcastle? I can try, though I have never made one before." His life was really pretty dull...

"I would be more than happy to offer my assistance in any way I could," Ciúin replied to the offer, a little nervously. He rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, feeling a bit silly. Out of all the times he'd been to the beach, he'd never once made a sandcastle. Good thing he'd read something about it... he thought. Looking around, he spotted a prime location: the sand wasn't too wet, but it wasn't dry. If her remembered correctly, they would need wet, but not soaking, sand to pack into the shapes they needed. He pointed, once he was done feeling awkward. "What about over there?"