He keeps his eyes closed throughout, of course. No peeking allowed Not that it would have helped. He can definitely smell the sea air, and hear, well, everything. The local wildlife of all kinds, the shifts in the tide, the people for miles - not that there's a lot of them.
The red sand gets a glance, and he crouches down, examining for a moment, before he stands back up to look at her.
"I have no idea. I could fly up high enough to tell from the landmass, but I don't need to. Somewhere secluded, and really pretty - but not as pretty as you."
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