At first all Feldspar hears is the static as Kent fiddles with the dials, squinting as slowly something starts to appear through the white noise. It’s not clear at first, but Kent makes a final adjustment and they heard the crashing of a powerful wave.

“Water,” they whisper, awed. “I can hear the water.”

Oh, they want to see this place for themselves! There are waves, and wild-sounding winds, almost like storms - it makes it all so much more concrete than just a green-looking orb in the sky. They have to fly there, they just have to, it’s calling to them -

“Beautiful,” they echo.