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"All right, Sita. Now, this time, I want you to stay close," Soljyr advised the young naga. "No running off like last time. This place is pretty busy and I want to know where you are." Sita nodded and smiled happily. She had been anxious to return to the beach again, and today's weather was much more pleasant than last time. "Stay out of trouble and I'll buy you some ice cream."

As Sita slithered across the warm sands, her belly tingled with excitement. She was hugging a small red bucket in her arms as she approached the water, inside which was a yellow sifter and two shovels. There was also a tiny rubber duck wearing a sailor's hat and a tiny riverboat that sank more frequently than it floated. She had her tools, and now she intended to construct a sandcastle worthy of the kings and princesses she'd heard about in her bedtime stories.

Sita had flipped the bucket over by the time she heard an oddly familiar voice. Where had she heard that voice before? It certainly wasnt completely as she had heard it the first time, she knew that much. She hesitantly turned around when she saw another naga with black hair trailing down his back. But on his head there was.. Something resembling a a tuft of brightly colored tuft of feathers. It was almost like a flower perched on his head. He may have grown, but Sita recognized her biggest friend. "SETH! It's Seth! Daddy it's Seth!" she screamed with bliss, sliding up to him. "Wooooaahhh.. You got biiig!" she giggled, hugging him.

Soljyr had been setting up the beach towel and umbrella (he'd learned better from last time) when he noticed something? "Who is that?" he muttered to himself. Then she hugged him... "Do these two know each other already?"

Sita noticed his glance over her shoulder and she looked over and saw Soljyr looking back at them. He was putting on sunscreen this time, too. Sita remembered last time he turned red. "Hi, Daddy!" she called out, waving one arm over her head with a big grin on her face. He waved back with a friendly, but curious smile. "Mhm, I wanna hewp you wid your sancassel," she answered, picking up her trusty shovel. She drove the plastic blade into the darker, and as she had learned, much stickier sand.

"Where is it?" she asked, tilting her head as she scanned the beach for anything that would mark a sandcastle. Maybe there'd be a moat! She'd seen those in the castle stories Daddy had read her before. She picked up her rubber duck sailor and boat and put them back in the bucket. With Seth's help, she really could mold a colossal sandcastle with a moat and towers like in the books!

Sita giggled and followed the intructions to the best of her abilities. "Okay, Seth!" she agreed, slithering over to the sandcastle under maintenance. She dropped her bucket on the sand and picked up her shovel, raising it up. As best she could understand Seth's intructions, her job was to increase the boundaries of the foundation. So she emptied out the rest of the bucket beside her and filled it to the rim with some damp sand closer to the shoreline. Minute by minute, she refilled and reemptied the bucket until she figured she had a wall going. So she scooped up some sand with her hands, happily snickering at the the texture of the wet sand in her hands. It was like molding clay! She patched up the sides and patted it gently into structure.

She was so engrossed by her work that she hardly heard Seth's question. It brought back a flicker of memory of that other woman that she'd spent time with, but it was kind of fuzzy. "She? No.. I like wid Daddy now.. I.." she started, frowning slightly as she tried to remember. "Mommy could'en keep me.." She pouted slightly at the thought. It upset her some, but she couldn't understand why... Daddy was taking real good care of her now. "I stay wid Daddy now.. " Her toddler mind couldn't interpret the conflict.

Sita was too puzzled by her emotions and drifting memories to really notice Seth's effort. Should she have been sadder? It upset her, she knew that much... Maybe Daddy would know why... She'd go ask him later and then it wouldn't bother her so much anymore, she figured.

She looked up suddenly, the frustration erased from her face and she looked over at Seth and smiled. "Okay! Daddy sed he'd buy meh ice cweam, too! But I have t' stay outta trubble," she responded, clapping her hands together. She gasped as an idea popped into her head. "Maybe Daddy can buy us bo't ice cweam!" She giggled to herself.

The sands still felt warm under her scales as she slid back a little ways for a better vantage point. "Woooooah... It looks jus' like de ones in my book! It's biiiig! Jus' like you, Seth!" she shouted with excitement. She reached down and picked up her duck sailor and placed him high up on one of the second tier, stretching up on her tail to reach such a height without falling over. She wouldn't want to wreck the sand castle after all that work! She slid back to her vantage point and placed a finger on her chin and tilted her head a bit, thinking. "Hm.. Sumthin' missing.. I know! A flag! All de cassels in the book gots a flag!"

Sita eagerly picked three flags out of Seth's open hand and noted the locations where he placed them. He'd left the tallest tower for her, and frowned slightly. It was pretty high up. Could she reach that high? Even when she stretched up on the base of her tail? It would take a major effort to do it, but she was determined. She slid up to the tallest column, and forced her much more muscular lower body to lift her up. She extended her arm way up, leaning ever closer, her tongue sneaking out of the corner of her mouth. Finally, she drove it into the sand and fell backwards with a deep breath. "Oof. Got it," she said, gazing up proudly at her accomplishment. The sandcastle looked complete now. Was a shame the wind and water were going to bring it down.

She stretched her arms over her head and yawned, licking her lips a bit. Her eyelids dropped a bit. She was ready for a nap..

The more he yawned, the more Sita felt compelled to yawn back. It was exhausting. At one time the sun seemed to warm her scales and send tingles throughout her body. But now, it was just soothing her mind into a nap. She stretched her arms over head again and yawned. "Yeah, le's get some ice cweam," she agreed, slithering after Seth. She wondered what her Daddy would say about her going off with him to get some. After all, he had promised to buy her some ice cream, too. But she figured her Daddy would be okay. He was watching her after all. Seth had grown up an awful lot since she'd last seen him... But he was still cool, just like she remembered him. Maybe he'd let her get sprinkles! And a chocolate dip! Mm, she could taste it already!

Soljyr noticed Sita and Seth slithering off together and he frowned for a moment before shrugging his shoulders and laying down on the blanket. She'd be fine. Seth seemed somewhat responsible based on what he'd seen so far. Maybe he could watch her sometime. The sun felt warm on his skin, but he'd blocked out the searing bright spot that was the sun from his vision. There were was an outstanding amount of women around, dressed in something that he would certainly consider obscene compared to his home world. He wasn't sure whether it was appropriate for him to look... Occasionally one of them would glance over at him, though.