In the lazy, glassy waters of Coffin Bay lived an ultra-cool leafy seadragon named Valli. She drifted around like a piece of seaweed that had decided to take life a bit too seriously, except she absolutely didn’t. Valli was the bay’s unofficial tour guide, offering sarcastic commentary to passing fish. She spent her days gliding through kelp forests, photobombing divers, and claiming she was “basically a dragon, just wetter.” When a baby dolphin got itself lost, Valli calmly escorted it home, insisting afterward that she expected a parade. She did not get a parade.
In the lazy, glassy waters of Coffin Bay lived an ultra-cool leafy seadragon named Valli. She drifted around like a piece of seaweed that had decided to take life a bit too seriously, except she absolutely didn’t. Valli was the bay’s unofficial tour guide, offering sarcastic commentary to passing fish. She spent her days gliding through kelp forests, photobombing divers, and claiming she was “basically a dragon, just wetter.” When a baby dolphin got itself lost, Valli calmly escorted it home, insisting afterward that she expected a parade. She did not get a parade.