The morning after the Festival of Glimmering Fins, Seastar Lagoon was calm and peaceful.
Shiny ribbons floated lazily through the water, and leftover lanterns bobbed above the coral towers.
Marina swam slowly through the quiet lagoon, her new shell pendant glowing softly beside her pearl necklace.
She smiled. “What a night,” she whispered. “It almost feels like magic is everywhere.”
