Beaches were still somewhat of an anomaly for one from a land filled with fire: the vast expanses of water and the noise that it emitted were relaxing in a way. But today, along with the normal fascination to the water, there was a noise that rose above the sound of the tide. Singing. “…?” Not only was it unusual to hear singing but also there was a twinge of sadness to the voice. Everyone usually seemed really happy and helpful around this still-new place, seemed kind of wrong not to look into it.
Silver plodded alone the sandy shoreline following the sound of the sad voice, leaving behind him deep footprints in the sand. The sound soon died out but it wasn’t long before he found the source of it. His eyes sighted a girl with long brown hair on the seaside sitting by herself; She was hunched over in a posture that made it look like she was clinging to her legs to hold her up. He’d seen that look a lot. When people were sad it wasn’t hard to tell but it wasn’t as easy trying to cheer them up.
“That was a nice song. “ The hedgehog made sure to stay a few paces away at first but offered her a relatively positive tone of voice. “I’ve never heard it before. Did you write it?”