[The apparent dragonet all but blends into the beach's sand, curled up as it is upon itself as brown eyes blink awake. Slowly, he raises his head, folding his wings to him as he stands on all fours, shaking off the sand as he gazes upon the festivities.]
How long it has been since I hath witnessed the festivities of man.
[Or any being, humanoid or otherwise. Yet that deep, masculine voice does not quite match up with the tiny frame that then takes to flight but a few feet off the ground. He is, if nothing else, curious. Likely to fly near, but not near enough to be touched, lest he startle the ones he observes.
Yet when a campfire begins to die out, he could be seen picking up a few twigs from nearby and placing them on the embers. Puffing blue flame to help it reignite.]
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How long it has been since I hath witnessed the festivities of man.
[Or any being, humanoid or otherwise. Yet that deep, masculine voice does not quite match up with the tiny frame that then takes to flight but a few feet off the ground. He is, if nothing else, curious. Likely to fly near, but not near enough to be touched, lest he startle the ones he observes.
Yet when a campfire begins to die out, he could be seen picking up a few twigs from nearby and placing them on the embers. Puffing blue flame to help it reignite.]