We're The Ones In Disguise

The crocodile fight had left him particularly battered, having taken a significant beating as the reptile had thrashed against him as he and Sephiran had stolen its life. But in the end, it was dead and he was not- just surprisingly knotted muscles and bruising that felt like it went nearly to the bone. That on top of the swim to and from the main Island in the nearby archipelago and back, the young Praetor was exhausted. Even now in the few days after the encounter- it felt as if had gotten a lot worse and was only now starting to get better.

He wasn’t one to lay out on the beach, but the warmth that was captured in the obsidian sand was actually fairly soothing to his otherwise invisible injuries. So, when he finally was able to gather the motivation to haul himself out of his sleeping quarters that morning, he found himself working toward the tide. Allowing himself to relax, not giving a damn who came out and saw him. At least until his father appeared …

He heard the approach before any of his other senses registered he was no longer alone. The wind that came off the waves was fickle, and pulled any possible scent cues out over the water. Through a narrowed eye, he searched for the movement out of his peripheral. When he saw his father’s massive crimson build heading his way from a bit further down the beach, he was suddenly a little more eager to care. Aresenn sat up to face his sire, though he was quickly reminded he wasn’t capable of fast movements of his own. Based on the screaming protests in his legs and sides, he eased himself to a standing position as he awaited Ignis to come into a conversational distance. When he did, Aresenn called out a casual greeting. “What’s going on?” Not really sure what else to say.