perilouspage's Clan

In the early morning sun, the humble cliff-side waterfront looks sleepy and dull. The cliff casts its shadow over the water, which laps lazily against the dunes backing the cliff. You may see a dragon or two hunting atop the cliff or flying through on guard, but otherwise, it is quiet. Heat rolls off of the sand in waves, and light gleams, blinding, off the water; the haze is almost dizzying.

However, by the light of late-afternoon, the tide recedes, revealing a soft-sanded beach and tide pools full of bright, colorful sea life. The shift in the sun reveals deep burrows in the cliff face, hiding dens from which dragons of many sizes and breeds emerge. Suddenly, the clan is buzzing with activity.

Dragons meet on the beach for their meal, then scatter to go about their business. Some busy themselves with work, some laze about the cooling sand, and others meet in the dens and socialize. The young splash and play in the vibrant tide pools dotted about. More still circle the reaches of the clan’s territory, on guard.

The activity carries late into the night, and as the water warms, many dragons choose to swim and bathe. The activity tapers off as the moon climbs across the sky. By the time early dawn begins to break, the cliff-side becomes quiet again.

(( Hi, I’m Gia! Crafter, gardener, figuring out adulting. They/them pronouns please! You can find me on twitter @perilouspage))