'Hello, Young heart!' returns the higgledy, voice akin to a gentleman's. 'Let no waters deter our goals!'

Tidus grins, a chuckle between teeth, and he approaches where the land dips into the murky water, circling around the station's borders. "'kay Gibbers! You ready? Just like ol' Rol helped us learn!"

A small hig-hig! in affirmation, and the higgledy turns to the swampy water, and from there - he dives in. Blending in with the water, but still, he's around...you know...just There.

Tidus comes to the edge, his left hand grasped into a fist, glowing with a soft energy; a few multi-coloured wisps coming off of it. "Okay, nice and slow...!"

And though it takes a second or so, what happens may become clear....if you're used to chaotic ideas. Such as a circular, 'platform' of water rising from the swamp, energy solidifying its form. The higgledy exists within that platform, motion put into it by Tidus's own additional energy.

is this going to be safe

well tidus is already jumping on with a bit of a wobble, but -- tada!!

time for this platform to rise slowly up.