[SE] when we were young

but the darker the weather, the better the man

you can take all you want

The storms are over which means he can finally get some sunshine coursing through his skin and bones, bringing warmth and happiness into all the spaces Deepfrost and Flowerbirth had left him feeling hollow. For now, though, a bit of tanning, bringing out the freckles in his face, dragon wings flared to soak up as much sunshine as he can.

Until Ronin blocks him. His eyes open with a dark raise of his brow, steel gaze narrowing on Ronin with a brief pause of amusement. “Did we? I don’t remember that.” He mutters. He does remember it, he’s just being a bit of a shit about it. But a hand is extended and a low rumble of a laugh leaves him, reaching up with his lightning scarred hand and pulls himself up. “If you insist.” His voice is a deep drawl, before a shit eating grin spreads across it and he shifts into his macaw shift to beat Ronin toward the best spot for sand castle crafting.

Landing, he shifts back into himself, kneeling in the damp sand. “Sand castle competition rules?” He asks Ronin, waiting for the terms to be laid out.

but not who i am

SuNJATA