22nd of Spring, 510 A.V.
The surface of the water exploded upwards as the green Charoda burst into the surface world, arms outstretched to their limit and his eyes squeezed shut. Droplets of moisture flew in all directions, and the sound was a loud, crashing one that filled the light air like a tree falling over in a empty plain. It was very noticeable, very loud, a sound that repeated itself in Calima's ears a dozen times over as he settled himself above the water.
His arms flapped down to his sides as he bobbed up and down in the ocean, eyes still tightly shut. He realized that he wasn't getting any oxygen, holding his breath during the entire impact. You can breathe! Finally, he opened up his pores tentatively and let the cool air enter his veins. The feel of the wind upon his skin was very different, alien, and it caused a shiver to crawl up his spine. Still, he was getting the necessary air up here, and that almost caused him to collapse in relief.
He stayed there, half in the water, half on the surface, his legs peddling in circles to keep him floating. Calima wanted to savour the feel of the surface on his skin, the whistle of wind rushing past his ears. After a minute or so of this, he finally forced his eyes open, blinking once or twice to get a better view of his surroundings.
The first thing that struck him was what lay above him, the canopy that stretched out forever in all directions. It was a motionless, timeless grey color, covered with overlapping clouds and shifting borders that made him gape in awe. It was the sky! He had heard of the sky, heard tales of how the surface was arranged, but this was something else. In the sea, everything was one uniform color, with varying shades of blue and green that shifted like a shimmering glass when the light struck it from the top of the ocean.
When he was finished gaping at the wide, endless sky, he tilted his head downwards, and was greeted by a new, alien sight. A small distance away from him, rising from the sea like a stone on the sea floor was a brown mass, raising itself at an angle from the water until the top of it towered over the sea level. Looking this way and that, he saw the same brown mass stretching out for miles and miles, and he almost laughed in amazement.
Atop the mass were large, towering shapes that protruded sharply from the island, a black horde gathered upon the brown beach. They were gathered about so closely that Calima could barely see beyond them, so entangled and dense these new wonders were. Finally, a realization hit him. Green, with large flat petals... trees! There was no doubt in his mind. He had reached the surface.
In a maniac rush of joy, Calima thrust his head back into the water, angling his body to a swimming position. His spirits high, his smile broad, he quickly swam over to the mass in a short amount of time, lifting his face to the delicious sea-breeze whenever he had a chance.
The first steps onto the mass were invigorating to say the least, plodding one of his large feet into the shape and feeling the ground crumble under his feet, pebbles on the top of the mass quickly piling in around his foot. So strange was the experience, it made Calima anxious to take another step. So he did, and stepped and stepped onto the beach until he realized he had left the water completely.
So shocking was this realization that he almost turned tail and headed straight back for the comfort of the water, but this sensation was amazing to say the least. Bound all his life by the heavy water and the constant struggle to move his limbs through it, now he was suddenly free of that restriction. It felt like he was flying, the way nothing was holding him down and the wind that blew upon his exposed skin.
And so it was that Calima, naked and awe-struck, took his first steps onto the Falyndar beach, trying to grow accustomed to the new feels and sensations that accompanied him on the surface. He walked along the beach for what seemed like an eternity, noting with satisfaction the new sounds and sights he was experiencing. Every step was an adventure, every cry or squawk of an animal made his spin about in surprise, and then his imagination would wander, filling in the appearance of the creature with delight.
Eventually, his legs suddenly gave out underneath him and he fell down immediately into the sand, taken aback by this new development. He felt his entire body smash into the sand, and he was still tingling with the touch when he pulled himself up into a sitting position upon the beach. Glancing every this way and that, he finally let out a sigh of exhaustion. "I'm definitely not in Charbosi anymore." He whispered quietly to himself, rubbing his soft hands together.