"...really? Seriously? I can lucidly dream it up in here?" Aya questioned as she wrung the salt water out of her ponytail. After a beat, she shook her head and then with a thought she was perfectly dry again. Idly, she brushed a few strands off her shoulder. "Wow, should have dragged Ryan along then."

She watched Song curiously then ran a hand through her hair, pulling out the small rubber band that had been holding it together. Relaxing, she lowered her hands, palms facing upwards, and tilted her head to the sky. "May as well start simple, then." For a long moment, nothing happened save for a small scattering of sandgrains around her feet. Moments later, said feet left the ground.