She's pulled into dock on the edge of the woods. There's no one else there, which isn't too unusual, just the edge of the world behind her, the soaring cliffs before her, and the forest spilling down either side like tumbling locks. It's nighttime, and she takes a moment to look up at the wandering stars. What this island loses on remoteness it makes up for in scenery, and the rooms carved into the cliff face are generally comfortable. And free. A port without fees is always nice.
"Okay!"
Sarati had, luckily, thought ahead and packed two glow-lamps, so they can better see the path outside the village. She shows Grenadine how to turn the lamp on and off, then leads her towardsthe tangle off lakes and rivers that make up most of the island.
Gren has her own glow - soft light produced by magic pushed out from her palm, if she needs it.
"All the glowy plants and things are really cool. I want to see one of the hot vents."
"Most of them are underwater, but I think there's one above ground this way. Be careful, they're dangerous to get too close to."
"Yeah, I'll be careful." Gren hums cheerfully as she floats along on her broom, darting ahead of Sarati or circling around.
Soon enough they come to a vent. The plants around it are strange - flat and brought orange or red or purple - and there's colorful ponds of hot water that Sarati warns her away from. The actual vent is a big crack in the ground with steam coming out of it.
Gren wanders a little further all the time. She can always go up and find Sarati's lantern.
This looks like a particularly pretty little lake, the way there's a foresty-thing all around it.
There's a splish-splashy sound, and a burble, and then a voice.
"Who're you?" It seems to be coming from the lake.
"I'm Grenadine. I'm just looking around 'cause it's pretty around here. Who're you?"
"You're a lake? Does that mean you're a spirit like Sarati told me about?"
"It's the only kind of magic I knew about. It just happens, some girls are Witches. I can fly and make lights. I can probably make magic shields when I'm older."
"I don't know how to sum it up. There are lakes. There's also the sea, which is like a huge lake with salty water that covers whole parts of the world."
"Ocean fish are different kinds than river and lake fish. I don't know how exactly they're different. But ocean fish usually die if they go to rivers, and river fish usually die if they go to the ocean."