Aeon had gone swimming that morning, to see if there was anything interesting living underneath the water. When she surfaced, she had a handful of strange-looking seaweed, and company on the beach.

"Hello," she said, swimming in until she could touch bottom again, and wading back onto the sand. She shook the seaweed out, and gave it an experimental nibble. Hm. Salty. Chewy. Not too bad.

"You look sad, little beauty. What's the drag?"