Simon had many abilities, could do many things, going over to the other island, the one that he sat staring at now with the warm sand covering his toes, was easy enough. He knew who was over there. He knew that nobody was missing from this farce. He knew, also, that there were dangerous creatures in the water and vicious things in the sky, but even with those issues, he could still get across.
But it was so insulting.
As if a fairy could be kept from what he truly wanted by dangerous animals. As if he couldn't, should he choose, just protect himself from them, or make himself invisible to them, and go across. As if he couldn't just walk across the blasted water like the Christian Jesus if desired it.
Instead of doing anything helpful to anybody, Simon sat and pouted.