The beaches on Chafuo

<font color='#8D38C9'>Current Day: 15
Current Quarter/Month: Dyo
Current Year: Year 2

The bright sun has reached its zenith, casting a warm glow apon the Chafou beach. The extact variable that alows tourism to thrive in Chafou. But this was lost on Cyon K'sol as she wandered apon the sandy beaches. Nothing was happening, nothing remotely interesting, nothing exspet other Pendragons basking in the sun. And to Cyon that was almost as boring as it got. Her unpredictable temper finnaly usurping her, Cyon cries out,

"Pym's iyo luxi kjausojat huba umishemd rassaj sy py shum las sha tom ruca iyoj tcemt!"

She then covers mer mouth with her paws.

{E toja hyga shus pyatm's kuota syy nokh sjyorla...nots fyjc ym umdaj kymsjyl}</font>

 

<font color='#A255'>A little ways off, another pendragon was doing something other an bask in ignorance. He was strolling merrily down the shore, occasionallty stopping to make polite conversation with tourists. The male was an odd figure in this setting, a greyscaled shape against the bright colors of the thriving Chafuo shoreline. Even his tail flame, though it burned without a hitch today, was a silver hue.

At the time, he was within hearing range, about to slip his hand into the pocket of a portly man while having him engaged in an engrossing conversation about oysters and cooking. But just then, her cry reached his ears, and he peered at the stranger in an odd way, one brow raising above dark sunglasses. He turned to the other and bid an excuse, then, smirking, trotted over to the enraged teen, calling out to her, "Well! Someone needs a little rehab."</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Cyon narrows her eyes as they take up a firey-red hue. She scans over the elder male, before speaking to him in English,
"Rehab?! Maybe you are the one who needs it, pickpocketing tourists!"
Cyon glared daggers and the male and waited for his next smart remark.</font>

 

<font color='#A255'>"Ah.. so you noticed." His eyes gleamed for a second, impressed. But in response to her remark, he could only shake his head and chuckle. "That made no sense, young-un."</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Cyon looks the elder 'dragon over before regarding him with a burst of youthful rebillion,
"'Young-un'? You better watch your self next time, old fossil."
A quick flash of her claws drives the point home.
Cyon then turns her attention to the Ramathian-speaking pendragon. She ambles over to the other, a devilish smirk painted on her scarred face. Cyon switches over to Ramathian before saying this,
"Emsajatsemd, ah? Fhi las leva ra u tgaksusyj tgyjs? Kyna qyem sha vom ump huba u lessla vedhs fesh sha vema 'pjudym?"
Cyon offers her paw as if to help the other one up to her challenge.</font>

 

<font color='#A255'>He almost laughed at her show of courage, but managed to retain an impassive exterior, a slight frown passing over his features.

"I'm hardly that old, nioti, and besides... our species only grows stronger with age."

He smirked in spite of himself, it was a fact that had always intrigued him. compared to the more 'mortal' inhabitants of Ramath-lehi... Gaze flickered over to the new arrival for a moment, but he made no move to follow the fem to greet her, he had already lost interest in this one... One who could only make threats and not debate something didn't strike a chord with him. He turned, ready to go back to his business.

It was about time that Hype made some friends his own age, anyways.</font>

 

<font color='#8D38C9'>Cyon flings herself down apon the sand, silently debating within herself if she had one or loss the two verbal fights. Red eyes flick between the two other 'dragons, both seeming to have lost interest in her exsistance. Just like everyone else in this bloody place. Not wanting to seem like the two others had any effect on her...se begins to draw crude pictures in the sand using her claw.</font>