Dewy starts skipping merrily down a grassy slope.

She follows, happy to be doing something and getting closer to her goal.

Silver Wolf and Rain Wolf come along, too.

They soon emerge onto a white sandy beach.

There's a girl on the beach, talking to one of the dolphin clan.

“Hi Sarala!”

"Hey Deucalion!" she calls, waving.

He points at Malen. “This girl’s crazy like you are!”

"Oh? How so? Sounds fun."

"I'm gonna walk between gardens to get back to the one I got kicked out of."

"Oh, a challenge. Though walking's got some advantages sailing doesn't - and some disadvantages, too."

“I hear drowning’s nicer than a lot of dying.”

"Eh, depends. Suffocation's fast but unpleasant. Still, with a ship you can bring supplies with you - food and water and all - but with walking you just got what you can carry. But a ship's an investment, and if you wreck a bunch it can be hard getting new ones. Walking you just need supplies and your own two feet, and when you die you can catch up to your body and loot it for stuff - which you can't do when your ship sinks with all your supplies on it. Thing I try to do with walking is carry everything I can and not eat and only drink a little, leave caches and set up base camps, and make a little trail for myself. Can get about three days of camps built up with each leg if I'm careful doing that. It's also easier to go the same way walking that you did earlier, whereas with sailing a lot's still guesswork once you get away from shore, but sailing's faster."

Dewy whispers (a bit loudly) in Malen’s ear, “She dies a lot.”

"Seems worth it, though."

She laughs. "Yeah. It's not so bad once you get used to it."

“A tree fell on me once.”

"Bit of a risk!"