you do such damage, how do you manage?

Ronin Taliesin

they say it's all been done
but they haven't seen the best of me

The song was haunting and beautiful, and Ronin had heard it a number of times now. Though this was a first - trying to approach the sand bar wasn't really on his list of to-dos, but the day had been slow and he had thought about losing himself to the sweet melody. As he approached, however, seated upon a nimbus as white and fluffy as any that drifted across the deep blue overhead, he realised he was not the only one with a similar idea. Spotting a figure among the structure, Ronin slowed the progress of the cloud.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" he called out as he got close enough (hopefully to be seen and heard), hopping down from the nimbus and approaching lazily, his bare feet sinking into the soft sands.