towers of gold are still too little
Sometimes the chaos of the waves was soothing in its wild predictability. For while they came fiercely, each one striking the rocks, they always came. You couldn't see the waves from just any angle - it took some precarious (some might say foolish) positioning, with slender legs dangling over the edge, and a lean torso leaning forward to allow warm honeyed irises to focus on the turmoil below.
He floated a small distance away, golden scales shimmering in the sunlight. He needn't try very hard to stay afloat - the air that rushed up the nearby geysers provided more than enough lift for his sleek, leathery form. "Do you suppose there are dragons in the sea?" the former Dragoon posed to the dragon, falling silent as the singing stones nearby hummed their melodious reply.
He floated a small distance away, golden scales shimmering in the sunlight. He needn't try very hard to stay afloat - the air that rushed up the nearby geysers provided more than enough lift for his sleek, leathery form. "Do you suppose there are dragons in the sea?" the former Dragoon posed to the dragon, falling silent as the singing stones nearby hummed their melodious reply.
these hands could hold the world
but it'll never be enough
Amaris
