That's what this trip to Luluhawa amounted to for Briar; the little magi, emblematic of all the excitements and adoring perspective Blue Pegasus was known for, taking polite advantage of his guild's connection to the beautiful island along with a small gaggle of other members. Vesper had been unavailable due to schoolwork, leaving Briar to promise to enjoy himself a double super lot for the both of them -- and bring him back a trinket or two, as was customary for tourists. Which he was now! Touring a whole new world!
He hadn't had the chance to do something like this yet. All trips outside of Southern Fiore had a clear, concise goal - an adventure, a quest, a mission of sorts - and this would be his first chance to enjoy another location without the weight of a job to do. Still, he'd hold himself a little busybody. It took effort and multiple rejections of his help to stop offering to every service worker he'd pass by, eventually moving to fret instead over minor messes he'd cause and go beyond to keep his areas clean and his tumbles managed. It looked like it'd take more than a new setting to have him relax entirely ...
They had checked in with guest services, relatively acquainted friends bound more by their love for their guild then much time together, and then split to secondary locations for whatever interested them most. Offers were exchanged to join each other, or at least meet up later, but the small group differed in where they wanted to start and ultimately would have to take the first day scenic. Briar's initial passion was the simplest, if a little characteristic: he wanted to compare the ocean at this beach to that of Hargeon's port, maybe collect a few samples for Raina back home, & research some of the Luluhawan undersea flora ... He was alone in this, a sheepish grin replying to playful looks with ease. Yeah, he knew he was a little silly.
This is how he'd end up on Mahalo Beach between lunch and dinner alone, content to enjoy his time with the tides and shy feet to meet them until the evening came with its orange hue and called him back to his group. An 'aloha!' would be offered enthusiastically to all passersby between the flush of elated red cheeks, the atmosphere hitting him like a cloud - soft, fluffy, lifting - and relieving him of his remaining tensions in such a new, unknown landscape; because people were still people, and he was still him, which meant all strangers were just friends he hadn't met. The water, too, pooled around his ankles just like home. He'd crouch, studying each wave and the foam that came with it between soft 'hmms', mumbles and the fishing of little vials and labeling tools out of his comically too-big pack.
"Ah, maybe Ves would ... if I brought a lil' coral home ... mm ... ehe?"