06.Sep.19, 05:57 PM
The sun hung low on the horizon, the haze of late summer hanging heavy in the air still and making most people either seek relief in the water, in the cool confines of indoors, or a few hardy souls taking advantage of the relatively cooler evening to catch up on chores. Then there are the few that actually enjoy the sun; those that seek out the last of the sun's rays to soak up the last heat of the day.
As usual, bronze Davrath is among the last group, and with him is, as always, P'rin. The old dragon is sprawled out on the beach, his wings spread to catch as much of the soon setting sun as possible and providing a convenient shady spot for the old man to relax, leaning against his dragon's side. A soft melody drifts on the breeze from the guitar in his arms.
While the gentle notes from the guitar might be pleasing to most, the quiet humming clashes completely. It's a... striking combination and one likely to drive any others off the beach.
As usual, bronze Davrath is among the last group, and with him is, as always, P'rin. The old dragon is sprawled out on the beach, his wings spread to catch as much of the soon setting sun as possible and providing a convenient shady spot for the old man to relax, leaning against his dragon's side. A soft melody drifts on the breeze from the guitar in his arms.
While the gentle notes from the guitar might be pleasing to most, the quiet humming clashes completely. It's a... striking combination and one likely to drive any others off the beach.