[The people here are strange, and talkative, and pale. The tones of their skin are alarmingly drab compared to the Drifter's vibrant blue, untouched by fur or feathers or scales. That is, in and of itself, something of an aberration, but there's no reason to stare. Not unduly, anyhow.
The Drifter spots a pale blur moving across the white sands at a brisk clip, and they're abruptly closing the space between them at a rapid pace, practically reduced to a shaded blur until they skid to a halt several feet away.
That's when they advance slowly, more carefully, head carefully to one side.
If he runs, they'll know where they stand with him.]
shipwrecked
The Drifter spots a pale blur moving across the white sands at a brisk clip, and they're abruptly closing the space between them at a rapid pace, practically reduced to a shaded blur until they skid to a halt several feet away.
That's when they advance slowly, more carefully, head carefully to one side.
If he runs, they'll know where they stand with him.]