Saoirse is grinning hugely only a few heartbeats in. She might even be laughing, but between how much she's moving and the fact that she can't utter a single sound, it's hard to gauge. She trips on the soft sand a few times, but never seems to mind. She just gets back up again, pushes her hair out of her face, and keeps playing.

At least until the ball ends up in the water. Cu barks and bounds at the surf, as if scolding it. The water's still very cold as it shifts from winter to spring, and the ball is drifting further out as the tide ebbs.

Without really thinking about it, Saoirse runs into the water after it. Further out, a handful of seals pop their head above water.