twice burned . joining

[Whisper]

Madosa knows no land as well as they do the sea, even dreams fall flat to the experiencing of the water. How in night the lagoons come to life with vibrant luminescence. Sand clumps between wet fur and itches at the skin, a pleasant experience in water ( memories of throwing grit at whale sharks and swimming away merrily ) are harsher on land, on open ground something jolly turned unpleasant. It is a reminder, if nothing else, that nothing will ever hold to the delight of the water.

They can feel it's calling back, like a siren's hum between the wash of water on land, but the shifting night catches their attention. Wings clash with the violet of the sky and clouds wink out under the stranger's approach. It is a stranger, by the wavering beacon of white and red that seem to glow around his face. Hairline fractures and an eruption of red along black- black skies and blacker depths of the sea.

Golden eyes drift closer towards the beacon of black, edging under the dragon's shadow without wavering. "My name is Madosa Toni, I seek no aid but the knowledge of this place." They should be afraid, fear the dark that blotches out the sky- but Madosa - or Toni as is their first name to go by, they never feared the depths of the ocean. They are bold out of their home, but cautious. If this stranger- this place seem as hostile as the sea folk dread, then they will return to the water.

One way or another, Toni will always return to the water.