green isn't my colour

Álarr was in a foul mood. He'd gone swimming across the strip of ocean with Stjarna on his back, holding onto his horns, only to realize that he'd swum to the wrong island. The older man went off to investigate an odd noise as well as take care of his business. In the mean time Stjarna was hanging out on the beach trying not to be bored while letting the sun dry her coat. There didn't seem to be much in the way of life here, though she did spy some seagulls milling out on the beach. Yea, maybe she could catch one of those!

She wasn't far down the beach when she spied a colorful man with very funny looking arms. She paused a fair distance from him and called out. "Hello!"