"Well, I would like panoramic vision.  I am trying to sense what Semma and Emmer are feeling.  If I could do that then I would know what the wet sand and splashing waves felt like.  You have also referred to sets of aromas drifting by.  It would be nice to be able to experience them to. Being part of all those things is not the same as actually feeling them interacting with each
Other," Trent answered.
    Just then, Semma and Emmer began screaming loudly and franticly while stomping their large feet at the end of very short, yet shout, legs.  They were so frightened it was all they could do.
    Cree began running in their direction, as did the attendants and security team.
    After a few moments of frantic conversation, the cause of the alarming jesters from Semma and Emarr was determined to be a large marine mammal surfacing with an apparent heading in the direction of the beach.  Semma and Emmer had never physically been in the presents of a large wild animal, and they assumed they would be its dinner.  This episode would be the topic of conversation many times.
    It was several minutes of gut grabbing laughter before intelligible conversation could be produced.
    "That was the funniest thing I have ever seen," said Cree who was still grinning, but only because Semma and Emmer had also begun to laugh.
    "Panic is another common trait among life forms.  It goes back to the fight or flight response," Cree said to Trent.
    "What was that thing," Emmer asked an attendant.
    "They are called Lumbaleens.  They are mammals and eat mostly fish.  They have never eaten a being.  That I know of anyway," said the attendant.
    "That's assuring," Emmer replied.
    "My!  This is interesting.  The scent of those trees seems much stronger.  In fact, everything seems a little more intense.  A good laugh seems to have an influence on the senses I have never noticed before," Semma said between the deep breaths she still taking.
    "Trees and breeze moving here and there.  Trees and breeze standing there.  Trees and breeze are never still, they never stay, they never prefer, they never care," Cree said in rhythmic tone.
    "Who said that?" asked Emme
    "I just made it up.  I always admired beings who could write poetry, rhymes, songs, and those sorts of things," Cree replied.
    "As you are aware, Rinthian poetry is so long and complicated that even we hate it," said Emmer.
    "Speak for yourself.  There are many great Rinthian poets," said Semma.
    "There are several million poems in the link from Rinthia.  Would you like to hear them?" Trent asked.
    There was resounding NO from everyone.
    The attendants were preparing for the evening meal by first creating a bed of glowing embers about a foot deep, three feet a crossed, and ten feet long.  It took two hours or so to build the bed of hot embers and about two hours to cook the food.
    "Whatever they are cooking smells so good I'm ready to eat my arm," said Emmer with a wanting expression on his face.
    "I think they are preparing a fish called Leopoon," Cree stated. Then she asked one of the attendants.
    "Oh yes.  Vary most good fish.  You will also enjoy some Jibbers.  It is prime time of year for Jibbers.  In a few weeks, Tavlots will be in season.  Now they will make you sing. Vary most
Good," said the attendant.
    "You're going to fall in love with Tavlots.  They must have the best taste in the universe. I've thought of them every day sense my first taste.  When you have Res slov to drink with it you'll believe in fairy tales," Cree said with one eyebrow raised and a blank stare.
    "Try one of these," suggested an attendant holding a tray with tall thin glasses full of ice and some kind of extremely fizzy red liquid and a slice of yellow fruit.
    "What do you call these?" asked Semma.
    "These are Ulas.  They will make smile for a week," the attendant said.
    "These are fantastic.  How have I survived this long without this stuff." Emmer said.
    "A greed," Semma added.
    "Trent, the first thing you should do when you get your body,is try one of these," Emmer said.
"I shall keep that in mind.  Cree, would you move me to the middle of the beach so I can better see the sun set?  From here the trees block much of the sky," Trent asked.
"Why sure," Cree replied.
    Cree and an attendant moved the table as requested.
    The sky was just turning from blue to a greenish tone, and the horizon was brilliant yellow.  Leaves of the trees along the shore line where gently waving in the newly forming sunset breeze as if slow dancing with the gentlest of waves advancing then retreating on the submissive sands as they changed from goldish to a more yellow white color.
    Cree walked into the sea until the water met her knees. She stood watching the sun set with her auburn hair, white scarf and dress transforming into glowing light at the edges.
    Trent's soliloquy on those few moments would remain with him forever.  He knew that he would never have the ability to enjoy the fragrance laden air moving around him, or the flurry of emotions that would have been unleashed by seeing such a beauty as Cree enhancing a sun set in paradise.
    The enchantment of the moment was broken with the sound of loud slap and Emmer making a squeaking noise.
    Cree turned her head and looked at Semma and Emmerr.  She quickly glanced around and realized that Semma slapped Emmer for gazing, and that apparently all the attendants and security personnel had been enchanted as well.  She waded back on to the beach with a gorgeous smile and twinkling eyes.