The slimy mess by the water was the question of the hour for everyone visiting the beach, and Felicia was no different. The glimmer and shine of the mess had first attracted her attention because of how it resembled a crystalline sheet of ice that had drifted upon the beach, prompting her own curious investigation that quickly turned to regret. She had quickly taken to hopping between the piles of gelatinous mess upon the sand, avoiding the goop as much as possible when the stranger grabbed her wrist suddenly.

Felicia squeaked in surprise when her balance was thrown off and she toppled into the young man-- but, fortunately didn't fall right over into the mess at their feet.

"I don't know, but don't touch it," Felicia warned, her voice low and serious. "People are saying it's a bunch of some kind of animal, and it's trouble!"