Longheat was party season in Torchline, and the season was kicking off with a bang! Sure, the locals would probably say that every season was party season on the golden-white beaches and in the tropical waters of the Arclight, but the blazing days and warm, gentle nights were when the parties were at their peak. The torches that gave the region its name bloomed all along the crescent curves of the beaches while blue-green light sparked and danced in ephemeral display within the waves beneath the bright moonlight.
And the people were out enjoying the evening, clad in lightweight clothes at most or skimpy swimwear more often as the congregated around and moved between various bonfires along the beach. The smell of grilling fish and fruits and fresh vegetables from the jungle mingled with the salt spray of the nearby water and the smoke of the fires, and music from various instruments and singers filled the air, lifting above the conversations that buzzed and rose and fell like the sound of the surf.
One man - young-ish, with dark hair pulled back in a short tail and weather-browned skin - was definitely not taking part in the festivities, though he was following around - and failing to recapture - a glacial-pale dragon companion how most assuredly was. It helped (her) that she was a thick and muscular dragon as big as comopanions came, with a short, blunt snout and better traction with her four taloned feet in the sand than Tal could manage with his meager two.
"Boreal, drop it!" he scolded her as she scarfed down a fallen tidbit. He tried and failed to grab it out of her mouth, but she just chortled and tossed her head, swallowing the morsel whole before scrambling off to beg a treat from another nearby partygoer before he could stop her.
Catalina
And the people were out enjoying the evening, clad in lightweight clothes at most or skimpy swimwear more often as the congregated around and moved between various bonfires along the beach. The smell of grilling fish and fruits and fresh vegetables from the jungle mingled with the salt spray of the nearby water and the smoke of the fires, and music from various instruments and singers filled the air, lifting above the conversations that buzzed and rose and fell like the sound of the surf.
One man - young-ish, with dark hair pulled back in a short tail and weather-browned skin - was definitely not taking part in the festivities, though he was following around - and failing to recapture - a glacial-pale dragon companion how most assuredly was. It helped (her) that she was a thick and muscular dragon as big as comopanions came, with a short, blunt snout and better traction with her four taloned feet in the sand than Tal could manage with his meager two.
"Boreal, drop it!" he scolded her as she scarfed down a fallen tidbit. He tried and failed to grab it out of her mouth, but she just chortled and tossed her head, swallowing the morsel whole before scrambling off to beg a treat from another nearby partygoer before he could stop her.
