Timestamp: 40 Tria, 81382 Who: Kuma Nutrix Wearing: Torn blue jeans and a white muscle shirt Kuma stretched out on the beach, gazing into the waters of the Sagar Sea. His doesuj lay in his lap, balanced carefully so it wouldn't touch the sand. He sat patiently, waiting for the sunset; he'd heard someone say it set everything on fire, and he wanted to see for himself. He still had a little while to wait, though, so he lifted his doesuj, plucking the chords gently with clawed fingers, until the beauitful melody rang around him. Kuma closed his eyes, the music soothing him. He hummed under his breath, listening to the wind blow, and matched the melody to the sounds he heard, still humming along.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Character Saeri Jeines Saeri had been visiting one of his relatives today; his aunt was a crotchety old lukuo, whose home loomed on the edge of the Sagar Sea. And what a fantastic setting it was indeed. She had fallen asleep just past dinnertime, and Saeri had grown tired of reading to entertain himself. Besides, as he stared out the enormous bay window of her home, there was a gorgeous sunset waiting to be captured outside. Quickly, the lukuo slipped on some casual sandals and entered the beach area. As he strode along the beach, leaving his own small prints in the silt and sand, a quiet melody filtered through the salty breeze. As he walked, he noted a dragon nearby, plucking his doesuj and admiring the sunset. "It's beautiful..." he simply stated, though whether he was referring to the steadily increasing sunset or the dragon's playing, he didn't say.</span>
Kuma opened his eyes at the voice, tilting his head toward the other and offering a charming smile without actually looking toward the arden. <span style='color:green'>"It is, isn't it? I've always loved sunsets."</span> he studied the water, noting that the sun did, in fact, set everything on fire. He glanced toward his companion, eyes widening slightly at the red glow around him. It was...beautiful. He tilted his head again, admiring the arden.
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>The lukuo did not acknowledge the other so much as the incredible painting before them. A swathe of reds and purples met his waiting gaze, rolling through wispy clouds and fading blue skies. The breeze caught a wisp of hair, alighting the delicate lock directly into his eyes. Saeri brushed it back absentmindedly, wanting the show to last as long as possible. I love them as well. They never seem to change with age...nor do I mind... he commented, violet sunlight peering out across the horizon. His vision returned to that of the arden nearby, eyeing him subtlely. The pendragon was built well and posessed a good face, both of which he liked. You play quite well... he stated simply, sitting down casually in the sand. Legs folded, he dug his toes into the silt, letting the sand sift between them. If the arden didn't answer, he was all right with that. The silence at this moment was lovely. </span>
The abstract lukuo nodded wordlessly in agreement, gaze fixed on the image before him. It was peaceful, sitting there on the sand with the yet-to-be-named arden. He found having company was much better than watching the sunset alone. He continued playing absent-mindedly, unconsciously beginning to play a lullabye from his childhood. He tilted his head in thanks, but decided he didn't need to voice anything at the moment; he could thank the arden properly when the sunset hadn't quite stolen all his attention.
