"Looks like we're both named after colors," Indigo laughs. "Though neither of us quite live up to our names, huh?" She's the closer of the two, as magenta is closer to indigo than green is to amber, but she still doesn't quite manage it.

"Here, fella, you wanna carry this? Don't drink it, now." She offers the bucket to the giraffe, though is ready to snatch it away if it tries to drink it.

Their destination comes into view -- a metal trough (salvaged from Takoba Beach, so it's a little rusted here and there, but it still suffices for her purposes) full of a mixture of white and colorful rocks.