It was hot in the Hollowed Grounds, and there weren't many places for a person to cool off there. None, at least, away from the shadow of the Spire, and Jigano was feeling quite done with Spires and Portals and Voices and such at the moment. A large silver dragon had plopped himself down in the flow of the Stonesong, creating a living dam across part of it while his tail and rump were under delightfully chilly water. Occasionally a Goldfish bumped into him before swimming around or jumping over his bulk, and he snorted lightly in amusement when that happened. His chin rested on a flat rock in the shallows, right near the shore, and he idly rolled his head to get a better view of the stones just beneath the quiet waters. When he spotted a particularly sparkly or interesting one he shifted just enough to flick it free of the water with a talon, and Isuma would leap from her sunning rock to catch it and add it to the little pile they were accumulating. Melita had gifted him with pretty rocks and shells from the Crimson Cataract last year, and he'd been utterly delighted by them. Hopefully this year someone would accept his own gifts of shimmer and shine?
It was an utterly selfish and desperately needed stretch of time without trauma or tragedy or anyone else's needs but his own, but alas, it couldn't last. Isuma chirruped brightly, alerting him to the approach of someone she knew, and he raised his dripping chin to turn it towards the source of her greeting, blue-opal eyes gently glimmering in the reflected sunlight.
Sunjata
It was an utterly selfish and desperately needed stretch of time without trauma or tragedy or anyone else's needs but his own, but alas, it couldn't last. Isuma chirruped brightly, alerting him to the approach of someone she knew, and he raised his dripping chin to turn it towards the source of her greeting, blue-opal eyes gently glimmering in the reflected sunlight.
Sunjata
