The sands had a golden sheen to them, and though Myndil and Aodhgan were still far from the southern shore, the aurulent shimmer coruscating over the southern shore charmed their view. The barm swaffed over the beach, painting the coastline in undulating shapes, the cockles and clams writhing under the reach of the receding waves. A stream of sea spray plumed up from the waves, and a baleen whale suddenly surfaced, greeting them from afar with a sshuuffff!   

                “Oh, hallo, whale!...