[She had seen that whip in action before. She knew the younger girl's words to be true.]

[Though her smile was still slightly sheepish as she allowed Franziska to lead her up ahead to the aforementioned sandy entrance. Pausing just long enough to take in the sight once they were close enough.]

It...

It really is made of sand, isn't it? I thought it might have been covered only, but...it looks like...one of those castles that I've seen children building in the snow.

[Because beaches weren't all that common up in the snowy mountains, and Pearl wasn't the only young acolyte they'd ever had visit.]