Slowly safely safely slowly I jet towards her and curl through her eddies and taste her eddies and see her skin her hair and taste what she is and feel she is warm. Gently gently I touch her, test her, curl my arms about her and she is covered in soft spikes that tickle me and her pores open against me and leak her bubbles onto me tickling me tickling me and she is tense and is a she—but what is this? I trace my arm along her and taste that she blends with … he? I taste something he, I touch something he, and she kicks and knocks into me and scatters the surface and bubbles flurry about me and I jet away jet away jet away. I feel strange, my body is pulsing is purring is humming is whirring and my legs dance and curl and unfurl and I feel strange and I taste I am she on the currents that swirl about me. I taste so she, I was she and I am she I am she I am she.

I find the urchin again and float above it and know it is spiny is spiky is poisonous. I need a rock to flip it with and I jet and twirl and the surface dips closer and threads of starlight shimmer and curl and I am slippery am sleek am she, and I trace my arms along the sand and scatter tiny fish and lice as my arms unfurl searching searching searching and over there—what is it?

It is a he like me and he is jetting is rippling is dancing towards me, and I taste he is ready is wanting and I taste on his eddies that he senses me as she—as pulsing as purring, as she—and I coil and curl and then I unfurl and he dances he dances, he spirals and twirls and his arms curl and unfurl. He brushes me touches me and I coil and swirl and slowly unfurl and his arms touch me and taste me, trace over me, under me, and one arm dips into me, slips into me, and I feel my body clamp around it clamp onto it and I feel it pulse pulse pulse. We are still, and I feel it pulse pulse pulse.

And it is enough now, I have had enough now, and I coil up and jet off and drag him knock him from me and he jets away jets away jets away and is gone.

The world sighs slowly as currents swirl about me and I taste us, taste she and he and something sweet and nutty, and I jet back and on the sand is the urchin and he must have knocked into it swept it flipped it over!