Indra clapped her hands excitedly as Neil paddled out on his board. The waves immediately began to grow in intensity as hidden grav panels buried beneath the sea floor began to agitate the water. Junebug realised that the unseasonably warm water must be a deliberately created condition. The amount of money that was required in order to achieve such an effect was staggering, especially as this place seemed to be the private preserve of Indra’s family.

“Were you just flirting with Saxon?” Taya asked sotto voche. Junebug glanced at the girl, she had merely been polite to the Hex in her mind.

“Not deliberately,” she responded. Taya nodded with some relief on her face.

“Good because Neil looked none too happy about it,” she observed. Junebug gave the young noblewoman a speculative glance.

“Yeah well Neil dosen’t get to control who I flirt with,” she responded, her voice a little tighter than she had intended. Taya looked a little chagrined, having clearly stumbled into territory about which she knew nothing. Indra cheered as Neil caught a wave and began to ride it in towards the shore.

“Hey Saxon,” she called. The lizardman’s head swiveled towards her, forked lounge questing as though tasting the air.

“I have a few questions about your people,” she began.