The sea was calm. The air was cool and light, gently ruffling the fur of the gathered nichelings as they hopped off the last of the stones. A perfectly normal group.  Nothing strange. Nothing abnormal. Just some nichelings.   The two adults peered into the grass, ears pricked for any danger, while the children stayed behind them. Some nervous, some unbothered, and some watching the traveling stones slowly sink behind them. A pair of twins sat at the back,