Forgot Where I Put My Brain

From the legends and stories, this was the island that gave her dad his signature Hawaiian shirt. Sparrow had her hat, her sword, her parrot, and her monkey friend, but none of those really SPARKLED or called attention to her like her father's shirt did. Sparrow took the swim leisurely and slow as she watched the towering structures on the island come into view. The shapes reminded her of a larger, more grand version of the barn and tractor... or also those tank things. The sky hung with a greyness that hinted at possible rain later, but Sparrow wasn't bothered- she could just ride it out in the human buildings if she had to.

The docks were about the most natural thing about the oddities this island held. Though Sparrow could recognize wood here and there, but a mass of the structures ahead were all... not the right colors. Rectangular drops were cut out of the ground and anywhere that vines and vegetation weren't were strikingly unnatural looking.

Still, Sparrow was excited to get INSIDE. She pushed forward fast enough that she nearly tumbled right past the leggy woman who was also exploring the island. Sparrow threw her weight to not hit the woman, but she was so taken aback by the rich-colored woman who's legs seemed to go on for ages that she ended up rubber necking and forgetting where she was going completely. It was only a matter of time before her paw snagged on something or another and Sparrow was sent tumbling across the wooden pathway before landing on her rump. She took a second to stop seeing stars and focus on the star in front of her, "So uh... like my cool flip?"