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[i]Who are you?

I’m you.

But warm-blooded.[/i]

…

She tasted the world first, the grit of sun-baked sand digging into her gums and sucking the moisture out of her mouth. Then came the warmth upon her back, a heady, exhausting heat that burned right through her skin and fat to dig at her bones.

It was summer. Sensationally, if not temporally.

[b]“Mm.”[/b] Someone, Sofia, screamed. Fainted. Another asked a question, and when she opened an eye, that person was busy spreading the unconscious girl’s legs. Who was it again? Ah, the flirt. Took all of three seconds. Her gaze set upon him, a whole opaque, neutral gaze. She saw him.
But there were better things to look at here. It was the tropics, after all! A small, deserted island with balmy breezes, a perfectly blue sky, and glorious palm trees. How isolated! How tropical! Compared to the dreary environment of coastal Britain, where rain and fog came in the same intervals as sea-foam on whispering waves, it could not be any more different! And there was the sea as well. Waters that promised the unknown, promised a terrifying unknown that spoke one thing.

Complete annihilation, rather than spatial translocation.

She laid a hand on her stomach. She had belly-flopped into the waters, but her skin was as pale as ever. Perfectly dry, but without salt residue from her dive. That wasn’t accounting, even, for what she had felt. It was all very strange, indeed, and any of her thoughts honestly just veered off into the realm of fantasy. Better off focusing on the other bits then.

[b]“It was funny.”[/b]

She patted the bowing Maive on the back as she passed, then pulled the bottle of water out from the motherly student’s hands without a word. Twisting the cap off, she finished off the bottle in one swift chug, then strode off to the tides, refilling it with warm seawater. It was clear. Smelled of salt. Unsuitable for human consumption. She sealed it once more, then tossed the now-full bottle back to Maive, before marching off into the shade of the treeline.

It'd be nice if there were coconuts.