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Menthe was half-asleep and lying on her stomach on ((the burning sand with her feet tucked behind her, sunbathing under the immense heat of the desert sun.)) It wasn't something one could do for terribly long without overheating (or, in her case, getting a nasty sunburn) but the ocean, cold as ever, was only a few short feet away so she wasn't worried.
Something thumped into the sand beside her, causing her to wake with a sort of musical "Grrup?" sound and turn her head. A green aquati...