Kastaprulyi wanders down the pathway from the old landing pad, floating near the lower canopy of the forests about five meters high. The young Centauran drops to a height of about four feet as it crosses to the sand and comes into the midday light. Volouscheur is lying on a towel in the middle of the beach, sketching quietly. She's wearing a pink bikini and glowing a bright green-gold as she doodles, not noticing the Centauran yet. Kastaprulyi mentions interestedly, ~I didn't know about those things. Have you tried making or tried using those instruments and materials?~ (Newt wanders off.)